Folks never understand the folks they hate.

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

Endurance is the crowning quality.

He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

Many make the household but only one the home.