We all of us need to be toppled off the throne of self, my dear," he said. "Perched up there the tears of others are never upon our own cheek.
The lovers of life, they are children at heart always in their wonder and delight, but they do not grab.
What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.
All we are asked to bear we can bear.
Don't waste hate on pink geranium.
The sun is still there... even if clouds drift over it. Once you have experienced the reality of sunshine you may weep, but you will never feel ice about your heart again.