None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.

None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.

Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.

What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?

The race of children possesses magically sagacious powers.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?