"And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?" — Mervyn Peake

 "There is no soul, no matter how harsh, that does not give in, sooner or later, to love & kindness of mind. Sprinkle love and kindness where you pass so that those who come after you can also gather from their seed!" 🧚♂💞🧚♂💞🧚♂💞