Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

THE TRAIN came out of the long tunnel into the snow country.

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.

Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.