The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

to tyrannize for the country is to tyrannize over the country

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.

Plant flowers in others' gardens and your life becomes a bouquet! Submitted by Lisa Letto, Coordinator, Nutrition Resource and Volunteer Centre, College of Pharmacy and Nutrition, University of Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, Canada I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy, I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.