Life Is Hard, We Say. An Oyster's

I Think That When Two People Are Able To Weave That Kind Of Invisible Thread Of Understanding And Sympathy Between Each Other, That Delicate Web, They Should Not Risk Tearing It. It Is Too Rare, And It Lasts Too Short A Time At Best.

The Smell Of Good Bread Baking, Like The Sound Of Lightly Flowing Water, Is Indescribable In Its Evocation Of Innocence And Delight

It Must Not Simply Be Taken For Granted That A Given Set Of Ill-assorted People, For No Other Reason Than Because It Is Christmas, Will Be Joyful To Be Reunited And To Break Bread Together.

For Me, A Plain Baked Potato Is The Most Delicious One....it Is Soothing And Enough.

No Yoga Exercise, No Meditation In A Chapel Filled With Music Will Rid You Of Your Blues Better Than The Humble Task Of Making Your Own Bread.