How many of us will be saved the pain of seeing the most important things in our lives disappearing from one moment to the next? I don't just mean people, but our ideas and dreams too: we might survive a day, a week, a few years, but we're all condemned to lose. Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive the mortal blow. The perfect crime - for we don't know who murdered our joy, what their motives were, or where the guilty parties are to be found...they too are the victims of the reality they created.

Behind a cold face there is always an insecure heart.

Bodies always understand each other, even when the souls do not.

Making mistakes is a way of taking action.

Dream and don't ask too many questions, or fear will overcome your feelings.

Then there are those who plant. they endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener's constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.

When we postpone the harvest, the fruit rots, but when we postpone our problems, they keep on growing.