“If I could live again - I will travel light, If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring. — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The beauty of nature insists on taking its time. Everything is prepared. Nothing is rushed. The rhythm of emergence is a gradual,… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
