Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.

A sister is the cure for swollen heads and ego trips. One may a star, a Chief Executive-famous and rich and beautiful. But one's sister has the family photo album. And a long, long memory. And a tendency to wink at one on Top Occasions.

The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.

You took me to adventure and to love. We two have shared great joy and great sorrow. And now I stand at the gate of the paddock watching you run in an ecstasy of freedom, knowing you will return to stand quietly, loyally, beside me.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Integrity rings like fine glass. True, clear, and reassuring.

Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.