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.

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

Kissing tends to bring on woolgathering, even amnesia.

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

Faith is the spiritual house in which we live.

Men's private self-worlds are rather like our geographical world's seasons, storm, and sun, deserts, oases, mountains and abysses, the endless-seeming plateaus, darkness and light, and always the sowing and the reaping.

We may differ widely in environments, education, learning, knowledge, or lack of it, and in our personalities, our likes and dislikes. But if we set ourselves the task, we'll find a meeting place somehow and somewhere.