My joy is the golden sunset giving thanks for another day. Gratitude itself is a source of joy.

I love you like a river that understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and to rest in the shallows. I love you because we are all born in the same place, at the same source, which keeps us provided with a constant supply of water.

Do not spit into the well, you'll get drunk

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A dishonest man spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.

Until one feels the spirit of Christmas, there is no Christmas. All else is outward display so much tinsel and decorations. For it isn't the holly, it isn't the snow. It isn't the tree, nor the firelight's glow. It's the warmth that comes to the hearts of men when the Christmas spirit returns again.

There's no experience quite like cutting your own live Christmas tree out of your neighbor's yard.