Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.

We will all wake up semi-angels, If we wake at all.

If you love somebody, tell them.

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

I am not a joiner. Somewhere I once said that people join clubs now for the very reason they once carried them, a need for security. Maybe I'm alone more often than I should be, because I try to find security within myself.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.