Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
There is no sudden entrance into Heaven. Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.
A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
Thoughts that most frequently occupy the mind determine a man's course of action.
Cautious, like crossing a river in the winter.
When I got to Los Angeles, I started building cabins in peoples’ yards, building post-and-beam structures and cutting the joinery for those.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.