The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.

An axe at home saves hiring a carpenter.

Physical beauty is the sign of an interior beauty, a spiritual and moral beauty which is the basis, the principle, and the unity of the beautiful.

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.