Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.
Do thou smile like the rose at loss and gain; For the rose, though its petals be torn asunder, Still smiles on, and it is never cast down.
The world is a playground, and death is the night.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
If you only say one prayer in a day make it Thank You.