I breathe in...the silence of my own heart aching with tenderness with memories.. Of home.
A touch, a tear, a tempestTo lose the approbation of my dog is a thing too horrible to contemplate.
A Voice of Her Own: Becoming Emily DickinsonPeople have within their own hands the tools to fashion their own destiny.
Vice President in Charge of Revolution...we do not own these woods. They own us.
Within These woods: a collection of Northwoods nature essays, with original illustrations by the authorSensible people get the greater part of their own dying done during their own lifetime
The Way of All FleshEven if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
The Wit and Wisdom of Will Rogers in His Own VoiceThe amount of time we give to something indicates it's importance to us.
A Young Man After God's Own Heart