An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger because a schoolmate had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times have felt a great hate for those who have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your ( Read more... )

 This is my favorite poem, (well, one of many).

the great advantage of being alive
(instead of undying) is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
--the great (my darling) happens to be
that love are in we, that love are in we

and here is a secret they never will share
for whom create is less than have
or ( Read more... )