When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.

We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity

When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.

When the sparrow sings its final refrain, the hush is felt nowhere more deeply than in the heart of man.

Any day above ground is a good one.
A woman's beauty is her inherent ability to better a man in every way.
My father, now in heaven, is the watcher of birds. And his eye is on his sparrow.
God, in his great silence, is still there. Of that I haven't a single doubt.
Music is the balm that heals the ache of a forlorn star.

It is neither wise nor brave to question God. It is the folly of a prideful heart