Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

If you love somebody, tell them.

What you dream of, you will possess.

Johnathan had known he wouldn't be able to simply shut off his thoughts and go to sleep. His entire body - everything he could feel, at leastleast like a tightly coiled spring.

Nothing is terrible except fear itself.

I have always said I will be in politics to serve as best as I can and it will take me wherever it will take me.

It is easier to make a lady of a peasant-girl than a peasant-girl of a lady.

As a self-respecting dude, I'd never believed in fairy tales, but in that moment, I did. I'd found my angel to live happily-ever-after with.

I always have this feeling that I'm losing everything, so I'm a real saver.

Above all else, know this: Be prepared at all times for the gifts of God and be ready always for new ones. For God is a thousand times more ready to give than we are to receive

Questions have arisen about the policing of science. Who is responsible for the policing? My answer is: all of us.

A man that don’t love a horse, there is something the matter with him.