Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder

So Often The Pain Of Our Life Is No More Than A Reminder To Take Our Hand Off The Stove.

The Kids Who Speak Well, Are Articulate And Intelligent, Are All Readers.

We Plan Our Lives In Long, Unbroken Stretches That Intersect Our Dreams The Way Highways Connect The City Dots On A Road Map. But In The End We Learn That Life Is Lived In The Side Roads, Alleys, And Detours.

Don't Try To Write What Other People Are Writing - Write What Is True To You.

Heroes Rarely Look The Way We Draw Them In Our Minds: Attractive, Imposing Figures With Rippling Muscles And Strong Chins. More Times Than Not They Are Humble Beings, Small And Flawed. It Is Only Their Spirits That Are Beautiful And Strong.