The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me.

A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.

A good dog never dies.

We are made whole by books, as by great space and the stars.

The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you.

Three men, together riding, Can win new worlds at their will; Resolute, neer dividing, Lead, and be victors still. Three can laugh and doom a king, Three can make the planets sing.

May I forget what ought to be forgotten; and recall, unfailing, all that ought to be recalled, each kindly thing, forgetting what might sting.

We are made wholeBy books, as by great spaces and the stars

1164At the end of the day, we all live in this world together and to practice bringing peace onto social media is a huge step into bringing peace into our world.

It's a fact that at the deeper levels there are less humans.

There's no greater feeling in the world than when you can put a smile on somebody's face just by walking into a room. It's unbelievable. And if I have that power, who am I to waste it, you know?

Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.

Diversity is essential to happiness and in Utopia there is hardly any. This is a defect in all planned social systems.

Kisses are like grains of gold or silver found upon the ground, of no value themselves, but precious as showing that a mine is near.

Big Oil, Wall Street and big business as a whole - they stand in the way of the kinds of change needed. They are fiercely against the radical reforms Bernie Sanders is popularizing.

Think beer; drink beer.

The Spurs are a great WNBA team.

Am I the woman I think I am, the woman I want to be? More importantly, am I the woman the Savior needs me to be?