Seek The Tarnish And You Shall Find

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

A Flower Blooms Best In A Happy Pot.

It Was The Eyes. The Secret Of Love Was In The Eyes. The Way One Person Looked At Another, The Way Eyes Communicated And Spoke When The Lips Never Moved.

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.

Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy, You Know That.