A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold. - James Salter

We think of Rome as an empire in a way that we do not use for other nations. The others are pretenders. Rome stands alone. Throughout Europe, North Africa, and the Near East its wreckage still draws the traveler and speaks a message that is haunting: this was imperial, this was lasting, this is gone.

You think when you have love that love is easy to find, that everyone has it. It's not true. It's very hard to find.

As I look back, I see that life is like a game of solitaire and every once in a while there is a move.