Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, R….

I love to live and I live to love..

Spirituality is a flower with a thousand petals: every act, every thought, every talk, every movement of our heart is a part of it..

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. An….

There is no wisdom but in death.

You could be attached to merely a description of a plant or a flower. Or a narrative of an event. Or rage at injustice. Isaiah and the other Hebrew p….

I've been racketeered on..

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us..

You find out what's in you when it comes out.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!.

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years..."Rather like flowers pressed betw….

When I hit one over, I knew I was good..

The beauty that is there is also available for me, too. But I see a deeper beauty that isn't so readily available to others.... I don't see how study….

Either is both, and Both is neither..

It's great to represent things that are not represented..

There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours..

Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not value them for their appearan….

I'm living the best life that I could ever be living..

Rehabilitate the germs that cause bad breath..

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam..

I'd tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually..