Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace, where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. . . .
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Remembrance Road
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
If I had loved you then
Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given; the powers we have not used; the selfish prudence which will risk nothing and which, shrinking pain, misses happiness as well. John B. Tabb
Monday, April 26, 2010
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