My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.

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.

April is a promise of what's to come.

What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?

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

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

I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.