And Then To Sleep With A Prayer

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

No Human Relation Gives One Possession In Another—every Two Souls Are Absolutely Different. In Friendship Or In Love, The Two Side By Side Raise Hands Together To Find What One Cannot Reach Alone.

Life Is The Mistress To Be Wooed.