. . . and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
Ill writers are usually the sharpest censors.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
There is certainly something in angling that tends to produce a serenity of the mind.
O my God, if Thy creations are so full of beauty, delight and joy, how infinitely more full of beauty, delight and joy art Thou Thyself, Creator of all!
To be prayerless is to be without God, without Christ, without grace, without hope, and without heaven.
Mother India has 250 crore arms, majority of which are of the youth, who have the capacity to fulfil India's dreams!