Nothing Is As Far Away As One

A Newspaper Is Lumber Made Malleable. It Is Ink Made Into Words And Pictures. It Is Conceived, Born, Grows Up And Dies Of Old Age In A Day.

Autumn Carries More Gold In Its Pocket Than All The Other Seasons.

Books, I Found, Had The Power To Make Time Stand Still, Retreat Or Fly Into The Future.

To Have Courage, One Must First Be Afraid. The Deeper The Fear, The More Difficult The Climb Toward Courage.

Death Is As Casual And Often As Unexpected As Birth. It Is As Difficult To Define Grief As Joy. Each Is Finite. Each Will Fade.