My mother’s laughter was infectious - like a cheerful tune that lingers in your mind for the rest of the day.

As the last curtain falls on a spent year, a new year pirouettes to center stage with the elegance and charm of a prima ballerina – and delivers the promise of peace, hope, love and joy.

The mind can't delete what the heart won't let go of.

Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.

Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.

I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter is to the soul what sunshine is to a flower.

The human spirit is a magnificent entity. Just when we think we can stand no more, something significant touches our soul... and life goes on.

Writing unlocks the heart, mind and soul that we may be receptive to God's blessings.

As I drift through the autumn of my life like a fallen leaf blown about by the winds of time, I sometimes ponder my destiny.

Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.

Identities were created for clarity and simplicity but it divides!

reason why prosperity spread, and why it continues to spread, is the transmission of technologies and the ideas underlying them.

[If you want to] ask the question what is beautiful? It's the life that you lead. It's the life that all women lead.

It used to be said that this country was a child-centered one. Nothing could be further from the truth. Children have been our lowest priority, both in economic and emotional spending.

Let us treasure up in our soul some of those things which are permanent..., not of those which will forsake us and be destroyed, and which only tickle our senses for a little while.

Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.

We can go on talking about racism and who treated whom badly, but what are you going to do about it? Are you going to wallow in that or are you going to create your own agenda?

I also played two years of high school football but I wasn't very, how shall I say it, talented.

An orotundity, which I define as Nobelitis a pomposity in which one is treated as representative of more than oneself by someone conscious of representing more than himself.

That enemy warrior appears to be a formidable opponent. I relish the challenge.