I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head. )
Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
Dreams grow holy put in action.
One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.
No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
People's live are expressed in little details. . . . The soap in the bathroom, the flowers in the garden, the books on the bedside table are all strong symbols of a life in progress. You look at these details and a world unfolds - here are their books, the paintings they cherish, the music that soothes their souls.
For you will never be what you ought to be until they [your fellow humans] are what they ought to be.
Secularism is a term interpreted in many different ways by different people. For me, it has always been something very simple - putting India First
Medicinal discovery, It moves in mighty leaps, It leapt straight past the common cold And gave it us for keeps.