War is killing the individual in it unless he has learned livingness - if he had it he wouldn't be a good soldier.
My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows.
Fill a space in a beautiful way.
I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.
To make your unknown known - that's the important thing.
I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?