We will look upon the earth and her sister planets as being with us, not for us.
. . . Why, it would really be being unselfish to go away and be happy for a little, because we would come back so much nicer.
She belongs to the winter that is past, to the darkness that is over, and has no part or lot in the life I shall lead for the next six months. Oh, I could dance and sing for joy that the spring is here! What a ressurection of beauty there is in my garden, and of brightest hope in my heart.
What a blessing it is to love books.
What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.
Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely.
If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind.
Even to this day, grace remains hard to swallow. Religiosity and moralism go down easier than free forgiveness.
I weep when I see these videos that are sent to me from all over the country. Whole groups of bodies jerking out of control, falling on the floor, laughing hysterically, staggering around like drunkards Anything that cannot be found in Scripture has to be rejected outright - totally rejected.
When he wins the battle, the Warrior celebrates.
Let us then submit to an invincible ignorance on which our happiness depends.