Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands knowing it is something more than water. There is a plant whose heart, if one cuts it out is replaced with fluid containing herbal goodness. Every morning one can drink the liquid amount of the missing heart.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

Truth, at the wrong time, can be dangerous.

When we are young we do not look into mirrors. It is when we are old, concerned with our name, our legend, what our lives will mean to the future. We become vain with the names we own, our claims to have been the first eyes, the strongest army, the cleverest merchant. It is when he is old that Narcissus wants a graven image of himself.

all this Beethoven and rain