Most people complain of fortune， few of nature； and the kinder they think the latter has been to them， the more they murmur at what they call the injustice of the former...

A group of teachers posed the question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds: what is love?   'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn‘t bend over and paint her toenails anymo...

The world as i see it   How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. B...

The True Nobility   By Ernest Hemingway In a calm sea every man is a pilot. But all sunshine without shade, all pleasure without pain, is not life at all. Take the lot of the...

We Are on a Journey by Henry Van Dyke Wherever you are, and whoever you maybe, there is one thing in which you and I are just alike at this moment, and in all the moments of ...

I think that, from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. It has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. No one can say that a life...

Why do people sleep at night not thirsty The body‘s internal clock helps to regulate a water-storing hormone so that nightly dehydration or trips to the toilet are not the norm, ...

Looking at sleeping daughter, I was very down-to-earth pleased about this. The well-being of a warm heating flowing in the body to eliminate the day‘s exertion. At this point I ca...

Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the pas...

  Early in the spring， about a month before my grandpa‘s stroke， I began walking for an hour every afternoon． Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and G...