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  • Anonymous

    The Bible is the only book whose Author is always present when one reads it.

  • Catholic prayer for Children

    O Angels of God, from Heaven so bright, watching beside my children to lead them aright; Fold your wings around them, and guard them with love; softly sing songs to them of Heaven above. Amen.

  • St. John of the Cross

    He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep, to gain what he cannot lose.

  • Anonymous

    He who kneels before God, can stand before anyone.

  • Peter Marshall

    A man who doesn’t stand for something, will fall for anything

  • Eugene Field

    Little eyelids cease your winking; Little orbs, forget to beam; Little soul, to slumber sinking, Let angels rule your dream.

  • Anonymous

    Never be afraid to try, remember... Amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.

  • Martin Luther King

    One who condones evil is just as guilty as the one who perpetrates it.

  • Irish Blessing

    May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields and, until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

  • W.H Auden

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.

  • W.B. Yeats

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely so revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

  • Ray Bradbury

    Crystal water turns to dark Where ere it's presence leaves it's mark And boiling currents pound like drums When something wicked this way comes... A presence dark invades the fair And gives the horses ample scare Chaos rains and panic fills the air When something wicked this way comes... Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight, And autumn branches creak with fright. The landscape turns to ashen crumbs, When something wicked this way comes... Flowers bloom as black as night Removing color from your sight Nightmarish vines block your way Thorns reach out to catch their prey And by the pricking of your thumbs Realize that their poison numbs From frightful blooms, rank odors seep Bats & beasties fly & creep 'Cross this evil land, ill winds blow Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow All will rot & decompose For something wicked this way grows...