All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.