Speculations? I have none. I am resting on certainties.
Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs.
This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men. . . re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Happiness, not in another place but this place. . . not for another hour, but this hour.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
We were together. I forget the rest.
It is always good policy to tell the truth unless of course you are an exceptionally good liar. Jerome K. Jerome It is a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, go away, I'm looking for the truth. and so it goes away. Puzzling.
He was a father. That's what a father does. Eases the burdens of those he loves. Saves the ones he loves from painful last images that might endure for a lifetime.
It's just stunning to watch churches struggle to get mission statements when there it is, the Great Commission, and they should simply do what it says.
My wife went into the butchers and said: "You've a sheep's head in your window. " The butcher said: "That's a mirror. "