May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face, may the rains fall soft upon your fields. Until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Monday, 23 February 2009
Read in a waiting room
A thousand candles can be lighted from a single candle, yet the life of the candle is not shortened. Happiness is never decreased by being shared. Buddha