One Is Seldom Unchanged By The Death

Writers And Painters Have A Medium That Can Foster Self-effacements. Actors Haven't. An Actor Can't Hide Himself Behind Paper Or Canvas. If You're Not There Your Art's Not There. That's Why We Actors Are Often Such Self-centered Objects.

In A World Where Thrushes Sing And Willow Trees Are Golden In The Spring, Boredom Should Have Been Included Among The Seven Deadly Sins.

Nothing Is Ever Finished And Done With In This World. You May Think A Seed Was Finished And Done With When It Falls Like A Dead Thing Into The Earth; But When It Puts Forth Leaves And Flowers Next Spring You See Your Mistake.

Because Of Course She Had Known She Must Go. She Always Did The Thing Because In Obedience Lay The Integrity That God Asked Of Her. If Anyone Had Asked Her What She Meant By Integrity She Would Not Have Been Able To Tell Them But She Had Seen It Once Like A Picture In Her Mind, A Root Going Down Into The Earth And Drinking Deeply There. No One Was Really Alive Without That Root.

He Grinned At Her, And She Grinned At Him, And It Seemed To Maria That Suddenly The Sun Came Out.