Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,Yet Grace must still look so.
Most priests wish they were as righteous as they seem to most members of their congregations.
Without haters, you can't see the level of your progress, that shows you that haters are necessary evil.
When things are like hunky dory, every enemy comes in the name of friend, but when things are twisted like turmoil, every friendly enemy shows you their colour.
Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don't be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.
We grow old without knowing the reason.We build the walls for no good reason.We start the wars for lack of any reason.And we cry foul, when we all knew the real reason.Is it any wonder then, that we d...