I only hope to do well enough before I die to have a house as big as my rich Uncle Ed and Aunt Carole.
Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.
A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.
Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.