Kissing tends to bring on woolgathering, even amnesia.

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

In my belief, a harvest is also a legacy, for very often what you reap is, in the way of small miracles, more than you consciously know you have sown.

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.

Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.

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.