It's so easy to get caught up in your own experiences. They can seem so important. But there are billions and billions of other experiences going on.
Like flowers in a storm, life is full of goodbyes
I wonder why people work so hard to become politicians just in order to do something wrong.
Never does one so constantly see so many different things as when peering from a small window.
There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.
We cherish the chance to say thank you in person to Cpl. Frank Buckles.
That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.
America is ripe for a service revolution.