No riches from his scanty store / My lover could impart; / He gave a boon I valued more - / He gave me all his heart!

While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.

The night is dark, the waters deep, Yet soft the billows roll; Alas! at every breeze I weep — The storm is in my soul.

Michael Ende + Petra HermansThere is joy of life.AmenNovember 20, 2016

The secret of art is love.

God hides Himself behind causes.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

Don't ever forget where God found you.

Actually what's worse than a dog's mouth is a cat's mouth. They're not dirtier per se, but they have sharper teeth, so they are much more likely to go deep, should they bite you.

It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way.

Who are you?”, my answer would be: “Nothing in particular. Yet, I am.

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.