Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.

I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey's back.

From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.