Many a time I have wanted to stop talking and find out what I really believed.
Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.
Magic, indeed, is all around us, in stones, flowers, stars, the dawn wind and the sunset cloud; all we need is the ability to see and understand.
This planet is our home. Our life and hers are interdependent.
If that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find without.
The birth and rebirth of all nature, The passing of winter and spring, We share with the life universal, Rejoice in the magical ring.
Let my worship be within the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. Therefore, let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.
If I had a bowler hat, I'd take it off to the author of this beautifully crafted steampunk novel.
One thing is always wrong-always: to cause suffering in others for the purpose of gratifying one's own pleasures; that is everlastingly wrong.
When I was 15, I started playing first class cricket and always dreamt of being a Test cricketer, wanted to do something for the country, married in 1995, have 2 kids it's been great.
If the heart is fed by love, the greed for pleasure would disappear.