POSTNot a head stands out A finger rises Then it is the voice that one knows A signal a brief note A man leaves Up above a cloud that passes by No one goes in And the night keeps its secret

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality.(cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

There’s always a reason to look up.

I think the hardest part of being a working mom is that I miss my kids a lot.

I never go looking for a sucker. I look for a Champion and make a sucker of of him.

You have never looked in the eyes of someone who does not matter to God.

Every piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit gets you closer to the answer.

What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.

Rich or poor, we are to “do what we can” when others are in need.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

Be joyful because it is humanly possible.