There is nothing like a doorbell to precipitate the potential into the kinetic.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.

Every green natural place we save saves a fragment of our sanity and gives us a little more hope that we have a future.

Have a chance to create a society to match its scenery.

There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

We made plenty of mistakes, but we never tripped anybody to gain an advantage, or took illegal shortcuts when no judge was around. We have all jogged and panted it out the whole way.