There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflict the mourner with heartache and loneliness long after the deceased is buried and gone.

Hate engenders loneliness and despair

Even coal shimmers in the light

When a tree falls it resounds with a thundering crash; and yet a whole forest grows in silence.

If you are busy pleasing everyone, you are not being true to yourself

It is the dirt within men’s hearts that is most offensive; the filth you cannot see.

What is courage without risk... It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?