The misfortunes of the disinherited of the world rouse in me not only compassion but a fierce indignation.
Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible
It wasnt raining when Noah built the ark.
Sadness filled me whenever I’m missing you. The thought of not being able to see you, to touch you, and to hold you is softly killing me. Hope to see you soon. "I Miss u"
Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.
Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.
The misfortunes of the disinherited of the world rouse in me not only compassion but a fierce indignation.
Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible
It wasnt raining when Noah built the ark.
Sadness filled me whenever I’m missing you. The thought of not being able to see you, to touch you, and to hold you is softly killing me. Hope to see you soon. "I Miss u"
Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.
Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm and our intelligence aglow.