I would permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.
There ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
The day is already blessed, find peace within it.
As the different streams having their sources in different places all mingle their water in the sea, so, O Lord, the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee!
Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn.
I would permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.
There ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
The day is already blessed, find peace within it.
As the different streams having their sources in different places all mingle their water in the sea, so, O Lord, the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee!
Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn.