A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.

A work is perfectly finished only when nothing can be added to it and nothing taken away.

All are born to observe order, but few are born to establish it.

All beings come from little, and little is needed for them to come to nothing.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

She always had a way of finding such goodness in others. If someone hurt her, she'd say, 'Oh, Sheliah, I'm sure they didn't mean to.' She'd always make excuses…

Cultivo una rosa blanca En julio como en enero, Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca. Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo, Cardo n…