Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave - and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.

The twisted circumstances under which we live is grist for the writing mill, the loving, hating and discovering, finding new handles for old pitchers . . .

It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.

Who wants to live with one foot in hell just for the sake of nostalgia Our time is forever now.

A gift - be it a present, a kind word or a job done with care and love - explains itself!... and if receivin' it embarrasses you, it's because your 'thanks box' is warped.

Zis and zat' when uttered by the French is considered charming, but 'dis and dat' as an Africanism is ridiculed as gross and ugly.

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.