On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

I am happy even before I have a reason.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.