Tragedy is like strong acid -- it dissolves away all but the very gold >>
Towns oftener swamp one than carry one out onto the big ocean of life. >>
I shall always be a priest of love. >>
Those who endure conquer. >>
Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. >>
It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it striv >>
Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing. Because it is neither preaching nor commanding nor urging. It is just singing. And in the beginning was not a Word, but a chirrup.