Horses Lend Us The Wings We Lack.

A Younger Sister Is Someone To Use As A Guinea-pig In Trying Sledges And Experimental Go-carts. Someone To Send On Messages To Mum. But Someone Who Needs You - Who Comes To You With Bumped Heads, Grazed Knees, Tales Of Persecution. Someone Who Trusts You To Defend Her. Someone Who Thinks You Know The Answers To Almost Everything.

It Should Be Possible To Exist With Only A Short Shelf Of Books, To Read And Give Away. After All - We May Not Open A Book, Once Read, For Ten Years Or More. But The Act Of Reading Has Made It Part Of Us - To Relinquish It Would Be To Lose An Extension Of Our Being.

Love Is To Understand, At Last, The Suffering Of Another.

Friendship Is Not Diminished By Distance Or Time, By Imprisonment Or War, By Suffering Or Silence. It Is In These Things That It Roots Most Deeply.

For The Sake Of The Sons - And Even For The Son's Future Wives - A Woman Must Keep A Part Of Her Mind And Heart Entirely For Herself. Every Family Is Better Off With A Wife And Mother Who Can Astonish And Occasionally Dewilder.