Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
To read more

Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
To keep a dream or grave apart.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Men are what their mothers made them.

I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's read more

I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.

The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.

The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

Man's ultimate destiny is to become one with the Divine Power which governs and sustains the creation and its creatures.

Man's ultimate destiny is to become one with the Divine Power which governs and sustains the creation and its creatures.

Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.

Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.

Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.Elves are glamorous. They project read more

Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.Elves are terrific. They beget terror.The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.No one ever said elves are nice.Elves are bad.

The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking read more

The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking forward, are indeed
Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age
Are petrified forever.