There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.

Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.