Jazz: Music invented for the torture of imbeciles.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.

Love is not getting, but giving; It is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.

These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,- And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.

Be grateful for the tiny details of your life and make room for unexpected and beautiful blessings.

I shall grow old, but never lose life's zest, because the road's last turn will be the best.