“Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.”

I couldn’t face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

For it is the dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing.

People hurry home past him, to places safe from danger.

Something deep is touched here, something that is good and deep.

One thing is about to be finished, but here is something that is only begun. And while I live it will continue

Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire.

What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.

For our Lord suffered. And I come to believe that he suffered, not to save us from suffering, but to teach us how to bear suffering. For he knew that there is no life without suffering.

And money is not something to go mad about …

But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich.

Such lightening and thunder will come there has never been seen before, bringing death and destruction.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

And man’s destruction of his own environment, is to exemplify in your own lives man’s humanity to man and man’s reverence for the place in which he lives.

Sorrow is better than fear.

Nosecond Johannesburg isneededuponthe earth.One is enough.

In everything give thanks

It’s a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.

Christ’s resurrection not only gives you hope for the future; it gives you hope to handle your scars right now.

Words, when well chosen, have so great a force in them, that a description often gives us more lively ideas than the sight of things themselves.

Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?

Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the White Man, as snow before a summer sun.

I need an endorphin boost. And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one? No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and im more than happy to test the theory.

Never give up, have the passion. Don’t be afraid.