There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.

Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.

There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.

When the desire ain't on me I don't need help. When it is on me I don't want any. See? Like the old fellah that never mended his roof. Said on a wet day he couldn't do it and on a dry day it was as good as anybody's.

Do you know that the tendrils of graft and corruption have become mighty interlacing roots so that even men who would like to be honest are tripped and trapped by them?

Learn to drink the cup of life as it comes.

Burning logs can carry on quite a conversation! ... Have you ever heard apple wood talking? It's the most loquacious of all. You really can't get a word in edgeways.