Sad and sweet and wise Here a child reposes Dust is on his eyes Quietly he lies - Satan strew Roses.
Men like me are impossible until the day when they become necessary.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible...
Men always makes gods in their own image.
The only laws a man can truly respect are the ones he makes for himself.
Any man who has the brains to think and the nerve to act for the benefit...
