If Life Is A Loom,

What Seems To Be Love Beyond Any Question Is Usually A Simple Case Of Indigestion.

At The End Of Knowledge, Wisdom Begins, And At The End Of Wisdom, There Is Not Grief...but Hope

How Easy It Is To Think Well Of Ourselves. Until The Moment Is Upon Us, We Can Never Be Certain.

For Wayfarers Still Journeying, For Wanderers At Rest.

We Hold Each Other's Lives In Our Open Hands, Not In Clenched Fists.