Man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
Job v.7.

Man is born to trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
Job v.7.

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it read more

Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on; 'twas not given for thee alone, Pass it on; Let it travel down the years, Let it wipe another's tears, Till in Heaven the deed appears, Pass it on.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in read more

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not read more

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

There's nothing like a Catholic wedding to make you wish life had a fast forward button.

There's nothing like a Catholic wedding to make you wish life had a fast forward button.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.