Given how deeply the ways of war have penetrated our collective consciousness, it will take spiritual power to turn the issue around.
Energy, like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, will remove mountains.
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.
If we agree in love, there is no disagreement that can do us any injury, but if we do not, no other agreement can do us any good. Let us endeavor to keep the unity of the spirit in the bonds of peace.
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.
All our possessions are as nothing compared to health, strength, and a clear conscience.
Faith, in order to be genuine and of any real value, must be the offspring of that divine love which Jesus manifested when He prayed for His enemies on the cross.
All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking
I'm really ultra-affected by things, I feel things deeper, and I cry at the drop of a hat, and offended and sensitive and I'm almost paranoid very easily, and that's who I am.
You have to be willing to be happy. Despite the mess of your life-just accept what's happened, throw away your ideals, and create a new map of happiness to follow.
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.