What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
It is selfishness which is the cause of most of our misery.
All the past up to a moment ago is your legacy. You have a right to it.
I grow very impatient with prose writers who don't pay attention to the cadence of the sentence. If you start as a poet, you're wooed by the music of language; you want to put that into your practice.
This did not annoy Amanda for it had long been her theory that human beings were invented by water as a device for transporting itself from one place to another.