Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.

Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

The world begins anew with every birth, my father used to say. He forgot to say, with every death it ends. Or did not think he needed to. Because for a goodly part of his life he worked in a graveyard.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.