It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.

Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.

Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.