Happy is it, indeed, for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered with food of his own rearing, and who not only enjoys his meal, but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he planted it, the soft evenings when he watered it, and the pleasure he experienced in watching its daily growth.

Why look for conspiracy when stupidity can explain so much

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.

Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe

Yet he who grasps the moment's gift, He is the proper man.

Every offense is avenged on earth.