Gratitude is a humble emotion. It expresses itself in a thousand ways, from a sincere thank you to friend or stranger, to the mute, up-reaching acknowledgment to God--not for the gifts of this day only, but for the day itself; not for what we believe will be ours in the future, but for the bounty of the past.

Occasionally the impossible happens; this is a truism that accounts for much of what we call good luck; and also, bad.

Most of us forget to take time for wonder, praise and gratitude until it is almost too late. Gratitude is a many-colored quality, reaching in all directions. It goes out for small things and for large; it is a God-ward going.

the one universal form of art is music.

I've always thought that the most perfect fate which could befall any woman would be to be born a rich widow.

Kissing tends to bring on woolgathering, even amnesia.

Sometimes there is a greater lack of communication in facile talking than in silence.