I Woke Up One Morning And Realized

It Was Up To Him To Pay Back To The World In Beauty And Caring What Leslie Had Loaned Him In Vision And Strength.

What I Have Come To Believe Is That Joy Is The Twin Sister Of Gratitude. I Am Most Joyful When I Am Most Grateful.

A Great Novel Is A Kind Of Conversion Experience. We Come Away From It Changed.

When My Husband Died, People Kept Telling Me Not To Cry. People Kept Trying To Help Me To Forget. But I Didn't Want To Forget. [...] So I Realize, That If It's Hard For Me, How Much Harder It Must Be For You.

As I Look Back On What I Have Written, I Can See That The Very Persons Who Have Taken Away My Time Are Those Who Have Given Me Something To Say.