There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.
The lessons this life has planted in my heart pertain more to caring than crops, more to Golden Rule than gold, more to the proper choice than to the popular choice.
It seems the misfortune of one can plow a deeper furrow in the heart than the misfortune of millions.
The worst thing of all is standing by when folks are doing something wrong.
Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?
There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.