Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace, where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. . . .
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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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