At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
Power invariably elects to go into the hands of the strong. Strength may be physical, or of the heart or, if we do not fight shy of the word, of the spirit. Strength of the heart connotes soul-force. Let it be remembered that physical force is transitory. But the power of spirit is permanent even as the spirit is everlasting.
The very nature of kindness is to spread. If you are kind to others, today they will be kind to you, and tomorrow to somebody else.
The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions
