Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives. – Marilyn Ferguson
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built as we discern. – Matthew Arnold
Those who insist on having hostilities with us, kill and destroy the option of friendship with us in the future, which is unfortunate because it is clear the future belongs to Iran and that enmities will be fruitless. – Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
