There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
He is the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.
One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.
The tongue is the only tool that gets sharper with use.
A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
Temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
