Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

Art is the escape from personality.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one has grown to consciousness It comes less often.

I love reading another reader’s list of favorites. Even when I find I do not share their tastes or predilections, I am provoked to compare, contrast, and contradict. It is a most healthy exercise, and one altogether fruitful.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.