Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
Saddle your dreams before you ride em.
The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.
If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.
We are tomorrow's past.
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