“True or false, that never dies”

One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going

Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be

Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,

We always may be what we might have been.

The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,

But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.

With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit

Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new

It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

I just tried to remember how far you can love and how many states

The ministry of bearing with one another is learning to hear God speak through difficult people.

We participate in the creation of the world by decreating ourselves.

At the age of three my grand aunt proclaimed her independence by categorically refusing to have her feet bound, resolutely tearing off the bandages as fast as they were applied.

Never call a man a fool; borrow from him

This music is my heart and soul. This is who I am.” (Adam R. Young, 2006)

I guess the answer to the question would be I’m inspired by the work of those (and sometimes even the people themselves) who strive to inspire.

Diligence is not easy, but we can’t reach our goals without it.