Author name: Dan Swanson

We’re specks upon a spinning rock that loops around the sun What counts is how we treat our fellow specks […]

There’s not much risk of flying high if you stay on the ground. There’s little chance of being heard if

When your bookshelf hits its limit, it will buckle from the strain; lots of books can sink your shelving, but

Every heartbeat, every breath, Delays the day we’ll meet our death. But life rewards the joys we bring, So why

I think there’s more to life than what we sense and hear and see. I bet we only grasp the

To show good taste, you don’t need food. Just act with grace and don’t be rude.

The secret to writing is not what you think, but what you convey when your thoughts become ink.

The hand you’re dealt has more appeal when you’re the one who gets to deal.

Don’t try to erase what you’ve written in pen; You’re only here now because you were there then. Our pasts

The life we get is the life we make. Don’t count the candles. Eat the cake.