life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

Mine first --mine last-- mine even in the grave!

To me, love isn't all. I must look up, not down, trust and honor with my whole heart, and find strenght and integrity to lean on

Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.

it was easier to do a friendly thing than it was to stay and be thanked for it.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.