You maybe able to fool the voters, but not the atmosphere.

You won't find the truth of life in morbidity, only in hope.

Once you cross the threshold of 30 plus years of marriage you soon realize that what use to be two is now merging into one.

So lively brisk old fellow don't let age get you down. White hairs or not you can still be a lover.

We are like violins. We can be used as doorstops, or we can make music.

It's so funny that people specify that year because in a way it was the biggest battle for me health wise.

What's great about well-written material is, if you can shock with justifiable actions, that's the best.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.

I'm petite, only 5 feet tall, so occasionally I'd get an audition for a small person. But small people and little people are technically different.

He who is humble easily obeys everyone, fears to offend anyone, is at peace with everyone, is kind with all.