Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

Perception is a clash of mind and eye, the eye believing what it sees, the mind seeing what it believes.

We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.

As you wait for better days, don't forget to enjoy today, in case they've already started.

The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.

I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me.

I am not certain of the hereafter. Frankly, I'm not all that certain of the here.