Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.

My own recipe for world peace is a bit of land for everyone.

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.

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

After all, catching something is purely a by-product of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves fear and anxiety.

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

April is a promise of what's to come.