I am nothing. Nobody every telephones to sell me siding or insurance. I soon must leave this earth. If contentment is enlightenment, then a cow is Buddha. Love of looks is love with hooks.
Man is a handshake between spirit and matter.
Our elm began to die that spring, slowly. The teeth of adversity grow directly behind the smile of fortune. We are forever looking for love in our lives. When I die, I will not die. Where I hurt, I grow.