by Ludwig Knaus (1829 - 1910)
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
― Georges Bernanos
How does the meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
― William Wordsworth
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