It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud.
There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
The trouble with being poor is that it takes up all of your time.
All movements go too far.
Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone.