I look at my little girl and I wonder what she's going to be and what she's going to do and what is it that leads girls certain directions in life. I think a lot of that goes back to what kind of...

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Life's a very funny proposition after all.

The beauty of the past belongs to the past.

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

Life is a jig saw puzzle with most of the pieces missing.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

This was a lucky recollection - - it saved her from something like regret.

Someone asked me, what colour were those two years of living in Korea? I thought about it for a long time. There was no colour, I don't know what colour hard work is.

Most fires crackle and pop, but that's not really the fire talking, it's the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I...

MYSTERIES, YES Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while...

The piper never knew we were watchers... ..Sounds echoed - sounds of a Scottish love song. They echoed through the silence, soft and melancholy, as he kept time with his foot, and the metal of the...

Sometimes you have to grow up before you appreciate how you grew up.

It is with true love as with ghosts. Every one talks of it but few have seen it.

Mykl d'Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and some native...

Greatness is not always good.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

I look around the room and can't help but think about how it is the little things we look back on in life. I wonder how often people think that they should pay more attention to them.

I think so much maybe it never ends when this night ends there's another at hand I sleep with one and wake with one with everything else on this life goes on.

They came and they went; they ached and pained. They laughed privately and cried to themselves as if heeding a way - off silent call. They were forever childish, sweet and convulsive. They heard sound...

Words of war, on a piece of paper. Where peace is torn off, crumbled and toss in the waste basket.

Prayer is a spiritual act.

Life had taught her that consequences were ugly and painful, and seldom worth the pleasure they had been bartered for.

Trees quiver in the wind, sailing on a sea of mist out of earshot.

Can you imagine life without a book?

It is the beauty of life that makes our lives worth living.

Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of...

I never went dancing again.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Why don't you read the Good News of God.