The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning. She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.
The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning. She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.
Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a mental slave.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories