Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul. |
The dog is the god of frolic. |
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom. |
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things. |
One's best success comes after their greatest disappointments. |
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love. |
The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things. |
We never know the love of our parents for us till we have become parents. |
The power of one, if fearless and focused, is formidable, but the power of many working together is better. |
The God of the Bible is a moral monstrosity. |