Richard, might I ask you something? We've talked tonight of what you must do, of what you can do, of what you ought to do.But we've said nothing of w….

In time of war, the Devil makes more room in Hell..

...A scar signifies past pain, a wound that did not heal as it ought. But it testifies, too, to survival...(Here be Dragons).

Abigail Adams could become my favorite historical sleuth..

For every wound, the ointment of time..

I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical pla….

Men kill for many reasons, they steal but for one-greed..

I inhale hope with every breath I take..

Poor Wales. So far from Heaven, so close to England..

Men are born to sin…What does matter most, is not that we err, it is that we do benefit from our mistakes, that we are capable of sincere repentance,….

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices..

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime..

We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are….

I'd not want to answer for the lives of other men; not at seventeen, by God's Grace..

It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was w….

A cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed..

Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?.

I'd just rather not reap a crop every year..

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies..

How fragile life was, how fleeting their days on earth, and how fickle was Death, claiming the young as often as the old, the healthy as often as the….

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years..."Rather like flowers pressed betw….