I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.
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.
Of all the ingenious mistakes into which erring man has fallen, perhaps none have been so pernicious in their consequences, or have brought so many evils into the world, as the popular opinion that the way of the transgressor is pleasant and easy.
We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment, but it is transient. It is a little parenthesis in eternity. If we share with caring, lightheartedness, and love, we will create abundance and joy for each other. And then this moment will have been worthwhile.
All the earth is seamed with roads, and all the sea is furrowed with the tracks of ships, and over all the roads and all the waters a continuous stream of people passes up and down - traveling, as they say, for their pleasure. What is it, I wonder, that they go out to see?
A poet must learn to wage war.