We have forgotten how to respond to the poetry of life. The hollow, tinkling facade of life put up by noisy and trivial people stands between us and our deepest wealth.
Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds -- all they have had, all…
...they liked to have books filled with things that they already knew, set out fair and square with no contradictions
When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair or the future of the human race. Found…