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.

Faith is the spiritual house in which we live.

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.

Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down with incredible swiftness.

Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.

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.