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.
Robert BreaultWhat do we ask of friendship except to be taken for what we pretend to be - and without having to pretend.
Robert BreaultI complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.
Robert Breault