Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.

Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.