We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity

When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.

Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.

Why is it that an extended olive branch often turns to a clinched fist of hatred?

Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom