The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

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.

In nature we see where God has been. In our fellow man, we see where He is still at work.

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

I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.

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

I look back on the time I've wasted, and I'm just glad I wasted it while I still had the chance.