Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

There is nothing we cannot live down, and rise above, and overcome.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

At Times I Am A Flower...at times I am a flower ~singularly defined ...

Be loving and kind to everyone.

Fear slams the door on belief, hope, and faith.

In life we are separated by boundaries political, cultural, ethical, linguistical and psychical. But in death we are all united, for all afterlife is similarly unknown

If you want to find your greatest love, it will be inside the hardest thing you do.That's where it will be

There's nothing more important in this world than caring for a child.

I don't believe in happiness anyway... it's too much of an American pastime, this search for happiness. Just forget happiness and enjoy your misery.

When it comes to practically everything, we seem to be of two minds.

It would evidently take more than a political regime, more than dire poverty to stop a woman from wanting to be well-dressed: it was a desire as old as the world, as old as the desire for children.

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.