Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

We live in the world when we love it.

Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.