We can only do small things with great love.
- Mother Theresa
Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living
things, man will not himself find peace.
- Dr. Albert Schweitzer
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
- Mahatma Gandhi
In the final analysis,
love is not this sentimental something that we talk about.
It's not merely an emotional something.
Love is creative, understanding goodwill for all men.
It is the refusal to defeat any individual.
When you rise to the level of love, of its great beauty
and power,
you seek only to defeat evil systems.
Individuals who happen to be caught up in that system,
you love, but you seek to defeat the system.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Violence never again!
War never again!
Terrorism never again!
In God's name,
may all religions bring upon the earth
justice and peace,
forgiveness, life and love!
- his holiness Pope John Paul II 1.24.02
Believe more deeply.
Hold your face up to the light,
even though for the moment you do not see.
- Bill W.
cofounder of Alcoholics Anonymous
He who reigns within himself and rules his passions, desires, and fears is more than a king. - John Milton
To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals- that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him. - Honore De Balzac
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet. - Emily Dickenson
The only tyrant I accept in this world is the still voice within. - Mahatma Gandhi
Remember this-- that very little is needed to make a happy life. - Marcus Aurelius
Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himslef a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He bacame a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was throuwn,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,
Who camest to me when the world was gone,
And I who looked for only God, found thee!
I find thee; I am safe, and strong, acid glad.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here between the good and bad,
That Love, as trong as Death, retrieves as well.
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost, -
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
I should not love withal, unless that thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,
And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne, -
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
Sonnets from the Portuguese - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XXVII, XII
