Wednesday, June 9, 2010

There is music you never hear unless you play it yourself.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

No river could flow if it had to know its destination first.

Monday, June 7, 2010

I like both: unicorns and horses.

Friday, June 4, 2010

The sea will wash away our footprints but not the fact we made them.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

I have a bad memory. Every day seems new to me.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Appreciation, not possession, makes a thing ours.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Rain is the picnic when it rains.