Love is an orchid which thrives principally on hot air.

One of the most interesting things in the world to me is the vast difference between what people say they are going to do, and what they actually do.

A good forgettery is a happier possession than a good memory.

Lots of people think they're charitable if they give away their old clothes and things they don't want.

The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.

When things hurt us, we're merely on our way to another spiritual environment.

Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.