Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.
Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.