The Body Is A Universe In Itself

Do We Always Make Our Freedom Out Of Someone Else's Bondage?

Gardening Is An Instrument Of Grace.

I Feel Like An Inadequate Machine, A Machine That Breaks Down At Crucial Moments, Grinds To A Dreadful Hault, 'won't Go,' Or, Even Worse, Explodes In Some Innocent Person's Face.

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

Mountains Define You. You Cannot Define / Them.