You can spend too much time wondering which of identical twins is the more alike.

For every person you can trust, there was first a child who was trusted.

Sometimes an answer not yet blowin' in the wind is stirring in the breeze.

From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines.

Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.

No matter what it is, if you aren't happy striving for it, you won't be happy achieving it.