In the last stages of a final illness, we need only the absence of pain and the presence of family.
The expert at anything was once a beginner.
I cry out for order and find it only in art.
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
If you rest, you rust.