Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.
Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.
Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.
Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?
Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.