We are trained fighting machines. Peace is not an option for us. We’re jarheads. What the hell do we know about peace?
This earth is His, to Him belong those vast and boundless skies;Both seas within Him rest, and yet in that small pool He lies.
On the other hand it is possible that human control over the machines may be retained. In that case the average man may have control over certain private machines of his own, such as his car of his pe...
A stranger may find beauty in you yet.
Everything around you that you call life was made up by people, and you can change it.
My belief is that communication is the best way to create strong relationships.
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?
Life is a most precious gift of the divine.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
Risk is the clue that our dreams are both real and great.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.