Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

One day, in your search for happiness, you discover a partner by your side, and you realize that your happiness has come to help you search.

It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional.

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

I don't hate anyone. The only people I know well enough to hate, I love.

It is seeing ourselves in others that often prompts the remark, 'There's something about that person I don't trust.

There are things I have wanted so long that I would only consent to have them if I could keep wanting them.