...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...

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.

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

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.

For me, this baby was the most precious thing I had ever had. He was my treasure, my joy, my world, my everything now.

Your narrative may fail to grip if you haven't taken any care to find out how well or badly your audience member is faring (or feeling).

To delve into history entails, besides the grievance of hard work, the danger that in the depths one may lose one’s scapegoats.

Faith isn't the ability to believe long and far into the misty future. It's simply taking God at His Word and taking the next step.

People must realize that a crime motivated by racial or ethnic prejudice against one group is a crime against all of us.

My Worst Political Move of the 2015 Year. John Boehner inviting Benjamin Netanyahu to address the joint session of Congress.

Three things are needed to educate the peasantry: schools, schools, and schools.

Love is a gift. You give love and that's where the joy is.

I have always regarded the development of the individual as the only legitimate goal of education.

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.