Some Things Are Best Learned In Calm,

The Air And The Earth Interpenetrated In The Warm Gusts Of Spring; The Soil Was Full Of Sunlight, And The Sunlight Full Of Red Dust. The Air One Breathed Was Saturated With Earthy Smells, And The Grass Under Foot Had A Reflection Of The Blue Sky In It.

Only A Woman, Divine, Could Know All That A Woman Can Suffer.

Artistic Growth Is, More Than It Is Anything Else, A Refining Of The Sense Of Truthfulness.

Only The Stupid And The Phlegmatic Should Teach.

What If - What If Life Itself Were The Sweetheart?