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

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

Father was the most unreconciled taxpayer I ever knew.

The real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance.

April is a promise of what's to come.

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

Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.