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.
I haven't hurt you ... if I have, it's the faithful wound of a friend.
we are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves.
Promises were made for people who do not trust each other.
What the world, social and political, concrete and mental, really needs is not new things, but the old things made new.
There is no such thing as time for those who are happy. For the others - there is nothing else.