External nature is only internal nature writ large.
He who knows his own heart knows God.
I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.
The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
If you are:
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.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
He who knows his own heart knows God.
I carry a deep sadness of the heart which must now and then break out in sound.
The greatest pleasure I know is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
If you are:
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.