“Let my body dwell in poverty, and my hands be as the hands of the toiler; but let my soul be as a temple of remembrance where the treasures of knowledge enter and the inner sanctuary is hope.”
― George Eliot, Daniel Deronda
Ed. Note: I feel great every time I look at the young man in this photo. He is not smiling because I was taking the photo. I took the photo because he was smiling. Allowing knowledge of him and people like him to enter, is a treasure and can lead anyone to quiet hope.