I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Friday, August 12, 2016

Happiness


Happiness is like a butterfly: 
the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, 
but if you turn your attention to other things, 
it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
-Henry David Thoreau