The wheel of the Good Law moves swiftly on. It grinds by night and day. The worthless husks it drives from out the golden grain, the refuse from the flour. The hand of fate guides the wheel; the revolutions mark the beatings of the heart of manifestation. – Helen P. Blavatsky
Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
