When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!

Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.