it is the way of lovers to think that none can bless or succour their love but their own selves. And there is a touch of truth in it, maybe more than a touch.

Saddle your dreams before you ride em.

If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.

Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane.

Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists.

It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.

Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.

A live-in domestic worker: "You are never sure that your soul is your own except when you are out of the house.

I felt very lonely when they were all there.

If you have the guts to keep making mistakes, your wisdom and intelligence leap forward with huge momentum.

The federal debt in this country is principally of Republican design.

I didn't know what I was gonna get the first time I sat down at a piano, but I loved it and it became my playmate for life.

Gratitude is like a flashlight. If you go out in your yard at night and turn on a flashlight, you suddenly can see what's there. It was always there, but you couldn't see it in the dark.

Since someone ate crabs, others must have eaten spiders as well. However, they were not tasty. So afterwards, people stopped eating them. These people also deserve our heartfelt gratitude.

Judge not by the number, but by the weight.

Choosing a way to die, what's the difference? Choosing a way to live, now that's the hard part.

Spirit was a by-product of activity, like the reflection from a spinning fan blade, and our souls in the end did not reside within us but flowed outward from our movements.