A disciple having asked for a definition of charity, the Master said LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
I would rather read poetry than eat my dinner any day. It has been so all my life.
We know our neighbors - so far as we have the right to know them. We hear of their joys and their sorrows, and hasten to make them ours so far as we may. Life in a small town is like a layer cake. One gets the whole of it, frosted top, lemon filling and all.
To thousands of elder women in the late sixties and early seventies [the private women's club movement] came like a new gospel ofactivity and service. They had reared their children and seen them take flight; moreover, they had fought through the war, their hearts in the field, their fingers plying needle and thread. They had been active in committees and commissions, the country over; had learned to work with and beside men, finding joy and companionship and inspiration in such work. How could they go back to the chimney-corner life of the fifties?
Give the child good books, then let it alone! Don't plough and harrow its brain, or stretch it on Procrustes-beds of standardization, simplification, and what not!
I do not believe in confining children to things they understand. They want, and they need, the thing they do not understand.
Once there was an elephant Who tried to use the telephant. No! no! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone. Dear me, I am not certain quite That even now I've got it right.
The beloved is one who nurtures you, trusts you, supports you, encourages you, loves you without conditions. That's you.
Religion, which true policy befriends, Designed by God to serve man's noblest ends, Is by that old deceiver's subtle play Made the chief party in its own decay, And meets the eagle's destiny, whose breast Felt the same shaft which his own feathers drest.
It's such an amazing thing to be loved for who you are.
Let me repeat what I have repeated for many months now. I never received nor sent any material that was marked classified.