Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

I think one should forgive and remember .... If you forgive and forget in the usual sense, you're just driving what you remember into the subconscious; it stays there and festers. But to look, even regularly, upon what you remember and know you've forgiven is achievement.

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

You cannot contribute anything to the ideal condition of mind and heart known as Brotherhood, however much you preach, posture, or agree, unless you live it.

The shadow of fear and uncertainty lies over most of us; for us the future seems far from being as clear and open as we believed it would be.

Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs.