…Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.
and a little music played out of doors
by somebody I do not know.
“JULIET (gesturing towards Romeo) :
What’s he that follows there, that would not dance?
NURSE: I know not.
JULIET: Go ask his name: if he be married
My grave is like to be my wedding bed.”
All colors are the friends of their neighbors
and the lovers of their opposites.
When the tea is brought at five o’clock
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there
We are born at a given moment, in a given place and, like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and of the season of which we are born.
in longevity, timelessness, style – not fashion.
Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.