My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one It seemed not so wild a dream . . .
My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one It seemed not so wild a dream . . .
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories