“I knew there were no ghosts in there, but on the other hand, what if there were?”
We are all pencils in the hand of god.
Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.
love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
Give a man a free hand and he'll run it all over you.
Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please god almighty, and luck is not the hand of god.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distress of everyone, and let your hand give in proportion to your purse.
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
Infinite striving to be the best is man’s duty; it is its own reward. Everything else is in god’s hands.