My bounce-around life had taught me that dreams were dangerous things - they look solid in your mind, but you just try to reach for them. It's like gathering clouds.
Isn't it fascinating how long a few minutes seem when you are completely alone with not a familiar face in sight?
The lessons this life has planted in my heart pertain more to caring than crops, more to Golden Rule than gold, more to the proper choice than to the popular choice.
It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.
There is nothing like the occasional outburst of profanity to calm jangled nerves.
The worst thing of all is standing by when folks are doing something wrong.
It seems the misfortune of one can plow a deeper furrow in the heart than the misfortune of millions.
There should be fireworks, at least, when a dream dies.