Making A Journey By Night Is More

He Was The Owner Of The Moonlight On The Ground, He Fell In Love With The Most Beautiful Of The Trees, He Made Wreaths Of Leaves And Strung Them Around His Neck.

...by And By A Change Came: I Started To Muse About The Shape Of My Nose. I Put My Trivial Surroundings Aside And Mused More And More About Myself, And I Found This To Be A Bewitching Occupation. I Stopped Asking And Longed Instead To Speak Of My Thoughts And Feelings. Alas, There Was No One Besides Myself Who Found Me Interesting.

The Thing About God, She Thought, Is That He Usually Does Help, But Not Until You've Made An Effort On Your Own.

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know. Twilight Is The Border Between Day And Night, And The Shore Is The Border Between Sea And Land. The Border Is Longing: When Both Have Fallen In Love But Still Haven't Said Anything. The Border Is To Be On The Way. It Is The Way That Is The Most Important Thing.

One Can't Be Too Dangerous, If They Like To Eat Pancakes. Especially With Jam On It.