There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.

The best loved man or maid in the town would perish with anguish Could they hear all that their friends say in the course of a day.

There are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going, when they seem going they come: diplomats, women, and crabs.

At my door the Pale Horse stands to carry me to unknown lands.

The evils of tyranny are rarely seen but by him who resists it.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.

Friends are the sunshine of life.