Love may be blind, but this I'll state - it's eagle-eyed compared to hate.

Love is not about grand intentions. It is about small attentions.

A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.

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

Things happen in everyday life that make you consider living your life just every other day.

In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?

Two people can have a middling day, but one rounds up and the other rounds down.