Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather, He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.

When everyone leaves you it’s loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else it’s solitude.

When everyone leaves you it’s loneliness you feel, when you leave everyone else it’s solitude.

The shade hugs my heart.

Feast of Hugh, Carthusian Monk, Bishop of Lincoln, 1200 More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real lemons.