sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of
love touches it

“Днес по улиците на Йерусалим се влачи един луд, който носи на раменете си дърве…”

“Beauty is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight,or springtime, or …”

“Why is it that I can't feel this tragedy as much as I want to?”

“Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get …”