Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.
Life is a process of discovery, of new perceptions.
Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.
the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.
Happiness is a thing of now.
A cat is, by and large, sophisticated and complex, and capable of creating three-act plays around any single piece of action.