Go Rich In Poverty. Go

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.

I Long For The Bulbs To Arrive, For The Early Autumn Chores Are Melancholy, But The Planting Of Bulbs Is The Work Of Hope And Is Always Thrilling.

All Great People Are Humble Because Great People Have Great Work And Are Humbled By The Largeness Of Their Dreams.

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

It Is Always Hard To Hear The Buried Truth From Another Person.