"A fellow ain't got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, then... Then it don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too."
"Every child is precious. The Lotus Sutra tells the parable of the three kinds of medicinal herbs and two kinds of trees. There are many different kinds of plants; their shape, size and nature come in myriad varieties. Some plants grow fast while others take time to mature. In this parable, however, the heavens rain upon all the plants equally, nurturing their growth. And the plants blossom and bear fruits according to their own unique character. This parable symbolizes the Buddha's vast compassion to nuture all living beings despite their differences. All children are different; each possess his or her wonderful unique quality. We must pour upon all children our great love and compassion so that each child can blossom, true to his or her unique quality." Daisaku Ikeda
"History is written by those who have hanged heroes." Braveheart Film
"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its' ability to climb a tree, it will live its' whole life believing it is stupid." Albert Einstein
No One Else - By Elaine Larson
Someone else can tell you how to multiply by three
And someone else can tell you how to spell Schenectady
And someone else can tell you how to ride a two-wheeled bike
But no one else, no, no one else can tell you what to like
An engineer can tell you how to run a railroad train
A map can tell you where to find the capital of Spain
A book can tell you all the names of every star above
But no one else, no, no one else can tell you who to love
Your aunt Louise can tell you how to plant a pumpkin seed
Your cousin Frank can tell you how to catch a centipede
Your mom and dad can tell you how to brush between each meal
But no one else, no, no one else can tell you how to feel
For how you feel is how you feel
And all the whole world through
No one else, no, no one else
Knows that as well as you!
The Laws of God, The Laws of Man By A.E. Housman
The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I, and they
Need only look the other way.
But no, they will not; they must still
Wrest their neighbor to their will,
And make me dance as they desire
With jail and gallows and hell-fire.
And how am I to face the odds
Of man’s bedevilment and God’s?
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.