Observe everything . . . trust nobody . . . despise your mother . . . effort is vulgar . . . things were better in the eighteenth century.
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
How is it possible that suffering that is neither my own nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that is moves me to action?
Wherever Cool is, anyway, I missed it, and now I'm stuck observing these machinations or sex and status and dancing and parties and people sucking at each other under the bleacher seating like some ki...
Complacency happens almost without notice. Check and renew your heart daily.
The most attractive thing about you should have less to do with your face or body and more to do with your attitude and how you treat people.
Big things in the glory of the world mean nothing. Small things in glory of God mean everything. Truly..., size doesn't matter in this world or in the world to come.
Capability can handle challenges, it doesn't accept charity.
The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.