In The Country Of Pain We Are

At Any Moment Solitude May Put On The Face Of Loneliness.

They Are Commiting Murder Who Merely Live.

Where Music Thundered Let The Mind Be Still, Where The Will Triumphed Let There Be No Will, What Light Revealed, Now Let The Dark Fulfill.

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.

We Are All, Whether We Know It Or Not, In Search Of A Way To Enrich, To Drink During The Fizz, To Inhale Deeper Our Gifts, In A Desperation For Some Little Understanding Before Death.