Most People Have Turned Their Solutions Toward

... Be Indulgent Toward Those Who ... Are Afraid Of The Aloneness That You Trust.

The Only Journey Is The One Within.

Love Is Like The Measles. The Older You Get It, The Worse The Attack.

So This Is Where People Come To Live; I Would Have Thought It Is A City To Die In.

My Eyes Already Touch The Sunny Hill. Going Far Ahead Of The Road I Have Begun. So We Are Grasped By What We Cannot Grasp; It Has Inner Light, Even From A Distance- And Charges Us, Even If We Do Not Reach It, Into Something Else, Which, Hardly Sensing It, We Already Are; A Gesture Waves Us On Answering Our Own Wave... But What We Feel Is The Wind In Our Faces.