What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Wolfman clears everything off the table except his gun. That he keeps close at hand. There is a sense of ceremony about his actions. My stomach tightens up. We are about to begin.

Gentlemen of die Jury: The one absolute unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world the one that never deserts him the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.

Good social media is authentic. What makes social media work is actually having something to say.

God didn’t want me to do more for Him. He wanted me to be more with Him.

My interest in secret societies is the product of many experiences, some I can discuss, others I cannot.

People like us who are on their last leg can only understand comedies.

Freaky things happen all the time in the world. I suppose everything has to happen for the first time at some point.

Know ye what it is to be a child? It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief.

What if custom is wrong? demanded the part of her that believed in the code of chivalry. A knight must set things right.

I try to use photography to move people to action to save the wildlife in our beloved ocean.