That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. >>
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Paint >>
There is not grief that does not speak. >>
We pardon to the extent that we love. >>
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I c >>
In contrast to revenge, which is the natural, automatic reaction to tr >>
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we would find in each person's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.