I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
The future belongs to the young.
Look upon every man, woman, and everyone as God. You cannot help anyone, you can only serve: serve the children of the Lord, serve the Lord Himself, if you have the privilege.
The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.
In soloing - as in other activities - it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it.
May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears, And, above all, may silence make you strong.
I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.
The future belongs to the young.
Look upon every man, woman, and everyone as God. You cannot help anyone, you can only serve: serve the children of the Lord, serve the Lord Himself, if you have the privilege.
The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.
In soloing - as in other activities - it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it.
May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears, And, above all, may silence make you strong.