Sunday, April 15, 2018

Magical Trees






“The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
“Well,” said Jack at last. “What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?”
“Yes!” whispered all the children.
“Let’s!”
{Enid Blyton, The Secret Island} 

Thursday, April 5, 2018

What Remains



And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:13

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Hunters of Dreams




The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fisher of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
There are thoughts that moan from the soul of the pine
And thoughts in a flower-bell curled;
And the thoughts that are blown with the scent of the fern
Are as new and as old as the world.
{Sam Walter Foss}

Friday, March 30, 2018

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Irish Humor



If this humor be the safety of our race,
then it is due largely to the infusion into the American
people of the Irish brain.
{William Howard Taft}