The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field.

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

It must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon.

Isn’t materialism the cause of much that is evil in the land of mortal souls?

Whenever we proceed from the known into the unknown we may hope to understand, but we may have to learn at the same time a new meaning of the word 'understanding.

We all have special attributes that are of value to someone. Find your place of value. You are never useless. You just need to find your place.

I know you miss me but what do you do about that?

Guys, close your eyes.Imagine you have a daughter. Imagine she is dating a guy like you. Did you smile? No?Then change.

My grandchildren are fabulous and funny.

Underlying most arguments against the free market is a lack of belief in freedom itself.

I never met a Jesuit before I applied for the order.

Sing a song, read a poem, paint a picture, hear the music... Rise up and touch the stars

It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?