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

There is a certain phase in the life of the aged when the warmth of the heart seems to increase in direct proportion with the years.

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

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

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's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures.

Faith is a reality and it reaches out to facts that are more solid, more real, more substantial, and more eternal than anything registered by our physical senses.