Love is a tender plant; when properly nourished, it becomes sturdy and enduring, but neglected it will soon wither and die.
Hugh B. BrownSometimes during solitude I hear truth spoken with clarity and freshness; uncolored and untranslated it speaks from within myself in a language original but inarticulate, heard only with the soul, and I realize I brought it with me, was never taught it nor can I efficiently teach it to another.
Hugh B. Brown