I Have Been Cut In Two.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That I Found Some Order There.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.