I resolve to be more patient, less selfish, cherish my friends, and in my small way help whoever needs help. I cannot conceivably influence the world's destiny, but I can make my own life more worthwhile. I can give some help to some people; that is not vital to all the world's problems and yet, I think if everyone did just that, we might see quite a world in our time!

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.

June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

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.

Father was the most unreconciled taxpayer I ever knew.