Saturday, May 29, 2010

Honesty is the cruelest virtue of all, because not only can you hurt someone - and hurt them to the bone - you will hurt yourself never realizing its coming.

Love is all around us like the air and is the very breath of our being. But we cannot know it, feel its unfeeling touch, until we pause in our busy-ness, are still and poised and empty of our wanting and desiring. When at rest the air is easily offended and will flee even from the fanning of a leaf, as love flees from the first thought. But when the air or love moves of its own accord it is a hurricane that drives all before it.

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