The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art.

But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.

Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work