It's all about motive. Climbing up and climbing out look the same on the outside.

We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.

She was a poetry book with the wrong dust jacket, shelved in the Reference section.

God blows on the leaves, they turn to gold, and we call it autumn.

Indifference destroys vocation unlike any other intangible force, for the reason that it shakes the very core of our motivation for doing what we do.

It reveals how well you value someone - the way you handle their belongings.