The hand of the parent writes on the heart of the child the first faint characters which time deepens into strength so nothing can efface them.
Some praise me, some blame me. I go the other way.
If a man look upon any other man and estimate that man as less than himself, then he is stealing from the other. He is stealing the other’s birthright– that of equality.
I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love.
When you give up your character, you pay too high a price. It’s like selling a beautiful portrait to buy a pretty frame.
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