The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade…
by Dev
My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I…
The more one judges, the less one loves. HONORE DE BALZAC
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman…
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my…
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees. PABLO……
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. LAO TZU
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards…
Where can we go to find God if we cannot see Him in our own hearts and…
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by……
