In seventy years, I’ve never told a blessed soul.
How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.
Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world. And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and sp...
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...
Life is just a schoolroom with a glorious opportunity to prepare us for eternity.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
Education is the best provision for old age.