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

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

Music is the language spoken by angels.

Today is the blocks with which we build.