Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

It is at Easter that Jesus is most human, and like all humans, he fails and is failed. His is not an all-powerful God, it is an all-vulnerable God.

All nations that throw their military weight around, occupying neighboring lands and treating the residents with callous and humiliating disregard, are already sliding towards the dark possibilities in human nature.

Pursuit is a rather desperate act in itself. There's something kind of frantic about the notion of pursuit.

I have not much love for the bright lights - unless it's the sun creeping up over the horizon.

If you know anything about ducks, you know a baby duck will imprint itself on you. It misses its mother.