Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe.

You have two numbers in your age when you are ten. It's the beginning of growing up.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.

The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.

The most important part of religion isn't in any church. It's down in your own heart. Religion is in your thoughts, and in the way you act from day to day, in the way you treat other people. It's honesty, and unselfishness, and kindness. Especially kindness.

Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.