“I have never loved Fortune, even when she seemed most to love me. I never considered her treasures mine, neither her money, nor her office nor her influence. Her theft of these things, therefore. has taken away nothing of my own. Mother, my roof is the stars. My house is human goodness. My body is clothed. My stomach is full. And the thirstier part of me, my soul, drinks gladly from the pool of my books.So much for me. I am just fine.” HumansBookSoulBodyMotherHouseStarsMy OwnTakenInfluenceMinesFineDrinkGoodnessOfficeFortuneTreasureMy SoulStomachPoolRoofTheft Author:Walter Wangerin
“The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.” WorldWaySoulReligionChurchMy OwnMillionsBearsThousandRiversMy SoulLove LifeCreedsLampsPointingFloatsGiverBosomsSpires Author:Ella Wheeler Wilcox