The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the air trembled like a tuning-fork with unimaginable possibilities.

If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

Success is never so interesting as struggle