Silence is all the genius a fool has.

She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.

Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.

To a haughty belly, kindness is hard to swallow and harder to digest.

every heart has its graveyard.

Perhaps love is a compelling necessity imposed on man by God that has something to do with suffering

The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty.