The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
Saddle your dreams before you ride em.
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em.
It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.
