Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.

When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

Why does God endow us with compassion?

No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by.

Love is in the air these days, so we thought we'd give a try to make your day a little brighter.

I want you for always...days, years, eternities.