The Beach Is Not The Place To

Only Love Can Be Divided Endlessly And Still Not Diminish.

Not Knowing How To Feed The Spirit, We Try To Muffle Its Demands In Distraction...what Matters Is That One Be For A Time Inwardly Attentive.

I Believe That What Woman Resents Is Not So Much Giving Herself In Pieces As Giving Herself Purposelessly.

Forsythia Is Pure Joy. There Is Not An Ounce, Not A Glimmer Of Sadness Or Even Knowledge In Forsythia. Pure, Undiluted, Untouched Joy.

To Mention A Loved Object, A Person, Or A Place To Someone Else Is To Invest That Object With Reality.