If people are well paid for reality television and cotton candy and dunking a basketball, why can't they be well paid for changing young minds?
The fruit of love's great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.
If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets
The home we seek is in eternity; The Truth we seek is like a shoreless sea, Of which your paradise is but a drop. This ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in its beams. Turn to what truly lives, reject what seems -- Which matters more, the body or the soul? Be whole: desire and journey to the Whole.
Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.
The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop's philosophy.
This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one's true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.
I can assure you, this is not about spying on the American people.
It's a good thing that when God created the rainbow he didn't consult a decorator or he would still be picking colors.
Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.
I have learned there is no joy without hardship. There is no pleasure without pain. Would we know the comfort of peace without the distress of war?