I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.
Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
...life every now and then becomes literature...as if life had been made and not happened.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
All good things come by grace, and grace comes by art, and art does not come easy.