Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
It's harder to confess the sin that no one believes in Than the crime that everyone can appreciate. For the crime is in relation to the law And the sin is in relation to the sinner.
Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.
Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday!