There have been many moments over the last year when I thought it was all over.
I dwell in PossibilityA fairer House than ProseMore numerous of WindowsSuperior--for DoorsOf Chambers as the CedarsImpregnable of EyeAnd for an Everlasting RoofThe Gambrels of the SkyOf Visitors--the fairestFor Occupation--ThisThe spreading wide my narrow HandsTo gather Paradise
Nobody is worthy to be loved. The fact that God loves man shows us that in the divine order of ideal things it is written that eternal love is to be given to what is eternally unworthy. Or if that phrase seems to be a bitter one to bear, let us say that everybody is worthy of love, except him who thinks he is.
Our greatest prejudice is against death. It spans age, gender and race. We spend immeasurable amounts of energy fighting an event that will eventually triumph. Though it is noble not to give in easily, the most alive people I've ever met are those who embrace their death. They love, laugh and live more fully.