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

Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.