The One Universal Form Of Art Is

I Have Learned Over A Period Of Time To Be Almost Unconsciously Grateful--as A Child Is--for A Sunny Day, Blue Water, Flowers In A Vase, A Tree Turning Red. I Have Learned To Be Glad At Dawn And When The Sky Is Dark. Only Children And A Few Spiritually Evolved People Are Born To Feel Gratitude As Naturally As They Breathe, Without Even Thinking. Most Of Us Come To It Step By Painful Step, To Discover That Gratitude Is A Form Of Acceptance.

Kissing Tends To Bring On Woolgathering, Even Amnesia.

Every Generation Proclaims That Each Must Lead His Own Life, But Seldom Grants The Subsequent Generation The Right To Lead Theirs.

In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also A Legacy, For Very Often What You Reap Is, In The Way Of Small Miracles, More Than You Consciously Know You Have Sown.

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.