And As A Single Leaf Turns Not

The Most Wonderful Thing, Mary, Is That You And I Are Always Walking Together, Hand In Hand, In A Strangely Beautiful World, Unknown To Other People. We Both Stretch One Hand To Receive From Life - And Life Is Generous Indeed.

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?