Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it
Strangers are just friends waiting to happen.
Loving is the only sure road out of darkness, the only serum known that cures self-centeredness
Poetry is fact given over to imagery
Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof of its existence.
The journey back is always longer than the forward run.
Looking back few friends had webut I've got him and he's got me.And when the golden minute comeswhen we no longer wake to smellthe river where the wild swans sailedthe orchard where the blossoms fell,we'll smile a little thinkin' of that.Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskersme and the cat.
I have fallen in love with the worldAnd I am aware that I have chosenthe most dangerous lover of them all.
No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.
The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.