Pardon me, dear human self, capable of the most heinous degradation, capable of soaring.

Pardon me, dear human self, capable of the most heinous degradation, capable of soaring.

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?

If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby. 'What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?

Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often full the gap.