For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane.
The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.
She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.
Every time I meet a tree, if I am truly awake, I stand in awe before it. I listen to its voice, a silent sermon moving me to the depths, touching my heart, and stirring up within my soul a yearning to give my all.
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.