Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.
Bears being sent through the mail should never be squashed up to make them fit. It gives them indigestion.
The work of a garden bears visible fruits-in a world where most of our labours seem suspiciously meaningless.
From serenity comes gentleness, comes lasting strength.
Integrity rings like fine glass. True, clear, and reassuring.
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.