A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.
June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.
Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.
I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.
The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.
Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.