Blogs seem to have two magnetic poles, one attracting friends, the other repulsing relatives.

If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

There is a language of love, which is to say, a truth that does not tell all and a lie that does not deceive.

You can as easily love without trusting as you can hug without embracing.

It is when there is nothing you can say or do to help that a friend needs you the most.

My eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.