Thursday, March 15, 2012


A LIFE without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth with the fire dead, the laughter stilled, and the light extinguished.
It is like a winter landscape -- with the sun hidden, the flowers frozen, and the wind whispering through the withered leaves.
God knows we need all the unselfish love that can come to us -
For love is seldom unselfish.

There is usually the motive and the price. Have you heard of or do you remember William Morris - and how his life was lived, his fortune spent, his hands busied -- in the service of others? He was the father of the settlement movement, of co-operative homes for working people, and of the arts and crafts revival, in days past.

He was  a "soldier of the common good." After he was gone -- his life began to grow in radiance and power, like a beacon set high upon a dangerous shore. In the twilight of his days he wrote what I like to think was his creed -- and mine: "I'm going your way, so let us go hand in hand. You help me and I'll help you. We shall not be here very long; for too soon - death; the kind old nurse, will come and rock us all to sleep.
Let us help one another while we may."

Frank P. Tebbetts


Anonymous said...

Thank you - NICE

DJan said...

You have changed your blog! It's really very nice, and the font makes me smile without even reading one word. I agree with every word you have written here, though, and I am still smiling, thinking of YOU! :-)

Anonymous said...

Beautiful Lilly

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