Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes. [...]

I hope to arrive at my death late, in love and a little drunk. • from the writings of ancient [...]

Hope is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul/And sings the tune without the words/And never stops /at all [...]

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. — Khalil Gibran With the loss of an [...]

Billy, the short man at the bow of our skiff, is regaling the four...