there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.

What the world, social and political, concrete and mental, really needs is not new things, but the old things made new.

there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.

Promises were made for people who do not trust each other.

Quite a small spoke is enough to stop a wheel - even a mighty big wheel - if it's going too fast.

Death is the opening-and the closing-of a Door.

I haven't hurt you ... if I have, it's the faithful wound of a friend.