Sunday, August 29, 2010


This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer
where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,
like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and,
with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat,
puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
~Sarah Orne Jewett

Because everyone loves happy

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


If you want to be happy, be.
~Leo Tolstoy

On friends

Thursday, August 5, 2010


The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
~Henry David Thoreau