My Heart Is A Ladle Of Sweet

Death Is No Enemy, But The Foundation Of Gratitude, Sympathy, And Art. Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.

Making Plans Is A Game. Life Chooses For You.

I Would Have Stayed Forever Within The Garden Of Re-mose's Childhood, But Time Is A Mother's Enemy.

One Of My Great Secrets Was Knowing I Had The Power To Make Her Smile.