The Garden Where You Sit Has Never

The Garden Where You Sit Has Never A Need Of Flowers, For You Are The Blossoms And Only A Fool Or The Blind Would Fail To Know It

In Deference To Such Spectacular Carnage It Is Perhaps Perverse To Dwell Upon One Person's Death, But We Are Creatures So Constituted That The Passing Of One Friend Or One Acquaintance Has A Profounder Effect That That Of 100,000 Strangers. If There Is Any Metaphorical Truth In The Jewish Proverb That He Who Saves One Life Saves The Whole World, Then There Is Equal Metaphorical Truth In The Proposition That When One Person Dies, The Whole World Dies With Them.

People Taking Photographs Of Their Meals Are Not Critics; They Are From The United States.

Beauty Is Precious, You See, And The More Beautiful Something Is, The More Precious It Is; And The More Precious It Is The More It Hurts Us That It Will Fade Away; And The More We Are Hurt By Beauty, The More We Love The World.

How Strange That The World Should Change Because Of Words, And Words Change Because Of The World