I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.