Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.

It is better to remember our love as it was in the springtime.

Except for our higher order of minds we are like the little moles under the earth carrying out blindly the work of digging, thinking our own dark passage-ways constitute all there is to the world.

Our souls may all be equal in the sight of the Lord, but our gumption and ingenuity ain't. So the results of man's labor will never be equal.

Love is the light that you see by.

not all clever words are true. ... And inversely most things that are true are not clever.

Regardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.