Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring

As I think therefore I amAm I more if I think more?

Coming down life's highwayAt ninety mile an hour I want to slideWith bad brakes and bald tiresInto my final parking space

Do your thoughts continue and repeat a cycle Seed, growth, bloom, and seed again

Life doesn't revolve around youIt revolves around those you love

Thankful another tomorrow greetsAs I drink from cup of time And prepare to lock the door behind meand leave it to others

When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

Life is the night skyAll the dots of stars are happiness

Each day is always breaking out anew Aspirations swirling round what you do

We learn and grow Always building on what we know

Many of us seem to live our lives looking for happiness. That is not always a bad thing, but it can be if we continually believe that happiness is someplace else and not in the present.

People have the false habit of putting an artificial gap between the spiritual and the financial. We cannot accept this habit because life is an integral whole which we should understand deeply.

Now, tomorrow Miss Laurie McCrae and me, we have an appointment with a sky pilot who will make it proper for us to travel in double harness.

We find our power in the same place as our pain.

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

He stands erect by bending over the fallen. He rises by lifting others.

If I could say it, I would not have to dance it.

My favorite part of any project is the preparation. It's where you get to meet the people, the experts.

Practically all SF is trash.

(I measure time by how a body sways.)