Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
If we fall, we don't need self-recrimination or blame or anger - we need a reawakening of our intention and a willingness to recommit, to be whole-hearted once again.
Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.
There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.
The car rocked back and forth and tipped uphill.
A hypocrite is a person who--but who isn't?