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I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".
I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, read more
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
We can do no great things; only small things with great love.
We can do no great things; only small things with great love.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre read more
Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre To cultivate the sense of the beautiful, is one of the most effectual ways of cultivating an appreciation of the divine goodness.
Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.
