To Fashion An Inner Story Of Our

How Could I Choose Someone Who Would Force Me To Give Up My Own Small Reach For Meaning? I Chose Myself, And Without Consolation.

Stopping Is A Spiritual Art. It Is The Refuge Where We Drink Life In.

You Have To Know When To Prod And When To Be Quiet, When To Let Things Take Their Course.

Were All Yearning For A Wedge Of Sky, Aren't We? I Suspect God Plants These Yearnings In Us So We'll At Least Try And Change The Course Of Things. We Must Try, That's All.

The Hardest Thing On Earth Is Choosing What Matters.