Time Is A Dressmaker Specializing In Alterations.

Most Of Us Forget To Take Time For Wonder, Praise And Gratitude Until It Is Almost Too Late. Gratitude Is A Many-colored Quality, Reaching In All Directions. It Goes Out For Small Things And For Large; It Is A God-ward Going.

Kissing Tends To Bring On Woolgathering, Even Amnesia.

The Shadow Of Fear And Uncertainty Lies Over Most Of Us; For Us The Future Seems Far From Being As Clear And Open As We Believed It Would Be.

In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also A Legacy, For Very Often What You Reap Is, In The Way Of Small Miracles, More Than You Consciously Know You Have Sown.

There's Nothing Like Fishing To Pass The Time And To Incline Toward A Sort Of Magnificent Stupidity In Which Nothing Matters But Tackle, Bait, Sunlight And The Strike.