There is always a time to make right what is wrong.

Even in the grimmest of circumstances, a shift in perspective can create startling change.

One can find traces of every life in each life.

A story is told as much by silence as by speech.

But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete.

The hard surface of the stone is impervious to nothing in the end. The heat of the sun leaves evidence of daylight. Each drop of rain changes the form; even the wind and the air itself, invisible to our eyes, etches its presence. … All history is taken in by stones.

What is buried in the past of one generation falls to the next to claim.