And yet I wish but for the thing I have; My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
If you are:
Into each life some rain must fall.
Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have; My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
If you are:
Into each life some rain must fall.
Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.