My Mother Died Happily Of A Stroke

I Treasure Solitude. One Doesn't Have To Have Human Contact.

A Simple Grateful Thought Turned Heavenwards Is The Most Perfect Prayer.

Living In A Small Town Anywhere Means Preserving One's Self Behind A Mask.

The Words Of A Wise Man's Mouth Are Gracious; But The Lips Of A Fool Will Swallow Up Himself.

A Writer Falls In Love With An Idea And Gets Carried Away.