It's Compassion That Makes Gods Of Us.

When We Live With A Memory We Live With A Corpse; The Impact Of The Experience Has Changed Us Once But Can Never Change Us Again.

Both Therapy And Friendship Possessed The Common Denominator Of Discovering A Self.

What Continues To Astonish Me About A Garden Is That You Can Walk Past It In A Hurry, See Something Wrong, Stop To Set It Right, And Emerge An Hour Or Two Later Breathless, Contented, And Wondering What On Earth Happened.

Hell Is More Like Boredom, Or Not Having Enough To Do, And Too Much Time To Contemplate One's Deficiencies.

When A Gourd Is Hollowed Out It Becomes Empty And Is Of Great Use To The World Because Of Its Emptiness.