Of course, I love you,' the flower said to him. 'If you were not aware of it, it was my fault.

Love, like a carefully loaded ship, crosses the gulf between the generations.

I am a fox", the fox said.

For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.

But the conceited man did not hear him. Conceited people never hear anything but praise.

What value has compassion that does not take its object in its arms?

Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.