Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.

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.

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

I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home.

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