Jesus picked up twelve men from the bottom ranks of business and forged them into an organisation that conquered the world.
Happiness for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light to the feet thin ice that cracks and so may no one touch you who loves you.
True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which...
This proves that great lyric poetry can die be reborn die again but will...
There is poetry even in prose in all the great prose which is not merely...
Those allies who failed to join us will regret it. They're making a...
One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not...
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only...
