Our civilization depends largely on paper.
No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Worship is our response to the overtures of love from the heart of the Father. Its central reality is found 'in spirit and truth. ' It is kindled within us only when the Spirit of God touches our human spirit.
Truth is not over there, wherever over there is. Truth is neither housed in religious rituals nor secret doctrines, nor in a guru's touch or beatific smile, nor in exotic locations or ancient temples. Truth is quite literally the only thing that does exist. It is not hidden but in plain view, not lacking but abundantly present.
And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.
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