Community cannot for long feed on itself; it can only flourish with the coming of others from beyond, their unknown and undiscovered brothers.

A dream is the bearer of a new possibility, the enlarged horizon, the great hope.

The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.

Twilight: A time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.

Follow the grain in your own wood.