To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.