Nothing is softer or more flexible than water Yet nothing can resist it.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.”
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
If you haven't got any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble.
Nothing is softer or more flexible than water Yet nothing can resist it.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
We may stumble and fall but shall rise again; it should be enough if we did not run away from the battle.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.”
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
If you haven't got any charity in your heart, you have the worst kind of heart trouble.