Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder into foam, smooth to green glass over sunken rocks, shatter to foam again. I was fascinated by how it sped by and yet was always there; its roar shook both the earth and me.

There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

Every green natural place we save saves a fragment of our sanity and gives us a little more hope that we have a future.

A muddy little stream, a village grown unfamiliar with time and trees. I turn around and retrace my way up Main Street and park and have a Coke in the confectionery store. It is run by a Greek, as it used to be, but whether the same Greek or another I would not know. He does not recognize me, nor I him. Only the smell of his place is familiar, syrupy with old delights, as if the ghost of my first banana split had come close to breathe on me.

Be proud of every scar on your heart, each one holds a lifetime’s worth of lessons.

Largeness is a lifelong matter - sometimes a conscious goal, sometimes not. You enlarge yourself because that is the kind of individual you are. You grow because you are not content not to.