If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.
Faith is a curious thing. It must be renewed; it has its own spring.
the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.
There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.
Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.