To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.

As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever.

The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.