What is writing, after all, except fumbling in darkness endeavoring to light a candle?

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.

Put me down, I’m too heavy.”“You’re small enough to fit in my pocket.

You keep me here. You can't live in a world where you don't know where and what I am doing. We inside each others souls.

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not unto thine own understanding in all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths.

Things as certain as death and taxes, can be more firmly believed.

Screenplays aren't written to be read, they're written to be made into movies.

It's an exciting place to go, really. The rain, the drizzle, the cold, the depressing people, the smokes in the bath ... I don't know of anyone who has been to Blackpool and enjoyed it.

I don't care how old your children get, you're always a dad.

We're going to need a bigger dock

As the variable capital always stays in the hands of the capitalist in some form or other, it cannot be claimed in any way that it converts itself into revenue for anyone .