It is the abiding faith of mortals that mortality is a temporary condition.
Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.
In sinners and repenters you have the original division of labor.
The first assumption of an art critic is that the artist meant to paint something else.
I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.
I enjoy many silent moments with my cat, a conversation always resumed exactly where left off.