Never be afraid to tread the path alone.

Know which is your path and follow it wherever it may lead you.

Do not feel you have to follow in someone else’s footsteps.

Eileen Caddy.

God could not be everywhere and therefore He made mothers.

Rudyard Kipling.

That though the radiance which was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass, glory in the flower.

We will grieve not,

rather find strength in what remains behind.

William Wordsworth.

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

William Shakespeare.

It is not work that kills, but worry.

Old English Proverb.

No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love.

For love comes more naturally to the human heart than it’s opposite.

Nelson Mandela.

Rain at last! It will take a lot more rain before the drought is broken – but it’s a start.

Dorothea Mackeller, in her poem, “I love a sunburnt country”, describes it so beautifully, in the fourth verse:

Core of my country. Her pitiless blue sky

when sick at heart around us, we see the cattle die.

But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless again

The drumming of an army

The Steady, Soaking Rain.