In Misfortune Lies The Seed Of Future

None Of Us Can Ever Save Himself; We Are The Instruments Of One Another’s Salvation, And Only By The Hope That We Give To Others Do We Lift Ourselves Out Of The Darkness Into Light.

Your Sense Of Responsibility To Others Can Never Be Excessive.

Time Doesn’t, As Advertised, Heal All Wounds. Although The Wrenching Immediacy Of Grief Eventually Passed, The Settled Sorrow That Replaced It Might In Its Own Way Be Even More Intense.

Once You Have Had A Wonderful Dog, A Life Without One, Is A Life Diminished.

The Snow Did Not Even Whisper Its Way To Earth, But Seemed To Salt The Night With Silence.