In West Africa, when a person in the village becomes sick, the Healer will ask them, “When was the last time you sang? When was the last time that you danced? When was the last time that you shared a story?” – Harvey Cox
Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards they simply unveil them to the eyes of men. Silently and imperceptibly, as we wake or sleep, we grow strong or weak and at last some crisis shows what we have become. – Brooke Foss Westcott
The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes. – W. Somerset Maugham
