Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.