And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me read more

And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.

Tenderness is the repose of Passion

Tenderness is the repose of Passion

It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many read more

It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many triumphs and tragedies, and all we see are yards and driveways.

I have a microwave fireplace in my house. The other night I laid down in front of the fire for read more

I have a microwave fireplace in my house. The other night I laid down in front of the fire for the evening in two minutes.

A house is a machine for living in.

A house is a machine for living in.

A house without books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children read more

A house without books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them.

The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination, as are intelligence and necessity when unblunted by formal read more

The quality of strength lined with tenderness is an unbeatable combination, as are intelligence and necessity when unblunted by formal education.

What distinguishes a great artist from a weak one is first their sensibility and tenderness; second, their imagination, and third, read more

What distinguishes a great artist from a weak one is first their sensibility and tenderness; second, their imagination, and third, their industry.

His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and read more

His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking, best, or a pleasant mixture of them all.