History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.

nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.

November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.