A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions