If time and space, as sages say,Are things which cannot be,The sun which does not feel decayNo greater is than we.So why, Love, should we ever prayTo live a century?The butterfly that lives a dayHas lived eternity. - T.S. Eliot
I had no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but sinceSome industry must be,The little toil of love, I thought,Was large enough for me. - Emily Dickinson
You can be all that you wish to be.The power is in your own hands. - Lailah Gifty Akita