It's So Easy That When You Begin

She Did Not Care Very Much For Other Little Girls, But If She Had Plenty Of Books She Could Console Herself.

Are You Learning Me By Heart, Little Sara?" He Said, Stroking Her Hair. "no," She Answered. "i Know You By Heart. You Are Inside My Heart.

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

If Nature Has Made You For A Giver, Your Hands Are Born Open, And So Is Your Heart; And Though There May Be Times When Your Hands Are Empty, Your Heart Is Always Full, And You Can Give Things Out Of That--warm Things, Kind Things, Sweet Things--help And Comfort And Laughter--and Sometimes Gay, Kind Laughter Is The Best Help Of All.

Folks Who Make Such A Fuss About Their Rights Turn Them Into Wrongs Sometimes. -- (from Behind The White Brick)