How we spend our days is$$$ of course$$$ how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one$$$ is what we are doing.

The answer must be$$$ I think$$$ that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

What Washington needs is adult supervision.

Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.

Don't listen to her$$$ listen through her.

For forty years$$$ I saw myself thru John's eyes. I did not age.

Open me carefully.

No sense makes sense.

Faith slips - and laughs$$$ and rallies.

Medicine is the keystone of the arch of socialism.