He [the Cat] Wound Himself Around Her

Miracles Cannot Be Explained, That Is Their Miraculous Nature.

One Has Only To Set A Loved Human Being Against The Fact That We Are All In Peril All The Time To Get Back A Sense Of Proportion. What Does Anything Matter Compared To The Reality Of Love And Its Span, So Brief At Best, Maintained Against Such Odds?

I Am Not Ready To Die, / But I Am Learning To Trust Death / As I Have Trusted Life.

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

True Power Is Given To The Vulnerable.