Hope...

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

A beautiful poem by Emily Dickinson

Be Different

Every new life is a new thing under the sun; there has never been anything just like it before, never will be again. A young man ought to get that idea about himself; he should look for the single spark of individuality that makes him different from other folks, and develop that for all he is worth. Society and schools may try to iron it out of him; their tendency is to put it all in the same mold, but I say don't let that spark be lost; it is your only real claim to importance.

- Henry Ford

It remains...

The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand...

The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land...

The music stops and yet, echos on a sweet refrain...

For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains...

Source: Anonymous

right to free speech

"I Disapprove of what you say,but I will defend till death your right to say it......!" Voltaire