And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
Do you hear the children singing?
Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.
Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.