An ancient gnarled tree: Too fibrous for a logger's saw, Too twisted to fit a carpenter's square, Outlasts the whole forest.
Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
Where doubt there truth is - 'tis her shadow.
Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.
We live not to ourselves, our work is life.
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.
Only another twenty thousand or so days of this to go.
When you treat your time as though you are a machine; a doing machine; you are committing violence against the sacredness of life itself.
I was raised by a single mother and I've been in a 10-year relationship with my girlfriend. My whole life I've been surrounded by women.
Ain't that a shame how they f-ck up ya name.