each separate flower has a magic all its own.
... sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.
when one has learned to wait patiently, one has learned to live.
When we get civilised, I believe children will go by number until they get old enough to choose their own names.
There isn't a new sorrow in the world -- they're all old ones -- but we can all find new happiness if we look in the right way.
On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.