When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.

When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.

Technology makes things faster and more cost-effective, but it's not perfect. It requires you to be as flexible as you can be.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.

When you finally realize that peace is your natural state of being then you will know that any form of non-peace is a belief in illusion. Illusion that anything should be something other than what it is which can never be so. What if instead of waiting for what isn't to become your version of what is, why don't you be peaceful right now while you alter what isn't for you if you so choose? Is it ever worth it to wear a cloak of non-peacefulness over God Brilliance?

It is worthwhile for anyone to have behind him a few generations of honest, hard-working ancestry.

When I'm writing a novel, I'm dealing with a double life. I live in the present at the same time that I live in the past with my characters. It is this that makes a novelist so eccentric and unpleasant.