For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

One small cat changes coming home to an empty house to coming home.

A cat can maintain a position of curled up somnolence on your knee until you are nearly upright. To the last minute she hopes your conscience will get the better of you and you will settle down again.

Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.

A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

The courage of very ordinary people is all that stands between us and the dark.

Always smile back at little children. To ignore them is to destroy their belief that the world is good.

Dads are the most ordinary men turned by love into heroes adventurers story-tellers and singers of song.

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes adventures story tellers and singers of songs.

A horse can lend its rider the speed and strength he or she lacks but the rider who is wise remembers it is no more then a loan.

A horse is the projection of peoples dreams about themselves strong powerful beautiful and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes adventurers story tellers singers of songs.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away and leaves behind only silence.

The trouble with sharing ones bed with cats is that theyd rather sleep on you than beside you.

Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment youre just a mother. The next you are all wise and prehistoric.

Grandmothers and grandchildren have a lot in common. They are inclined to straggle behind on walks. They doze off at unexpected moments. They like fancy cakes. They are very fond of cats and know how to talk to them. They are given to falling over. They get the giggles.

A horse is the projection of peoples dreams about themselves strong powerful beautiful. And it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.

Horses lend us the wings we lack.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away - and leaves behind only silence.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often--just to save it from drying out completely.

Friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil - but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.

An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counselor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling

Sisters share the scent and smells - the feel of a common childhood.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.

An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.

A teddy bear does not depend upon mechanics to give him the semblance of life. He is loved - and therefore he lives.

A teddy bear is your childhood wrapped up in faded yellow fur, and as such, he commands affection long after he is out grown.

In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity.

If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she’s wearing your best sweater.

Christians should never fail to sense the operation of an angelic glory. It forever eclipses the world of demonic powers, as the sun does a candle's light.

But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.

The Lord doesn't like us to be dead. Be alive. Sometimes I dance to the glory of the Lord, because He said so.

We are all gifted, but we have to discover the gift, uncover the gift, nurture and develop the gift and use it for the Glory of God and for the liberation struggle of our people.

Interest is the spur of the people, but glory that of great souls. Invention is the talent of youth, and judgment of age.

A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

Only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory, beauty, truth, knowledge, virtue, and abiding love.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure about you. We were born to manifest the glory of God that is within us.

To vanquish without peril is to triumph without glory.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.