May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.
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.
What if it is for life's sake that we must die? In truth we are not individuals; and it is because we think ourselves such that death seems unforgivable. We are temporary organs of the race, cells in the body of life; we die and drop away that life may remain young and strong. If we were to live forever, growth would be stifled, and youth would find no room on earth. Death, like style, is the removal of rubbish, the circumcision of the superfluous. In the midst of death life renews itself immortally.
If you believe in God you get to the point where (you feel) "Yeah, you know what, God forgave my sins but I still have to forgive myself. "
Conflict in close relationships is not only inevitable, it's essential. Intimacy connects people who are inevitably different.
To be grateful is to recognize the love of God in everything.