The Heart Of Another Is A Dark

Sometimes," I Ventured, "it Doesn't Occur To Boys That Their Mother Was Ever Young And Pretty. . . I Couldn't Stand It If You Boys Were Inconsiderate, Or Thought Of Her As If She Were Just Somebody Who Looked After You. You See I Was Very Much In Love With Your Mother Once, And I Know There's Nobody Like Her.

The Pale, Cold Light Of The Winter Sunset Did Not Beautify - It Was Like The Light Of Truth Itself.

There Is Often A Good Deal Of The Child Left In People Who Have Had To Grow Up Too Soon.

Today I Stood Taller From Walking Among The Trees.

Miracles Surround Us At Every Turn If We But Sharpen Our Perceptions Of Them.