Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

A minute moving among the patterns of beauty and the dreams of love is greater and more precious than an age filled with splendor granted by the weak to the strong.

God has given you a spirit with wings on which to soar into the spacious firmament of Love and Freedom. Is it not pitiful than that you cut your wings with your own hands and suffer your soul to crawl like an insect upon the earth?

A look which reveals inward stress adds more beauty to the face, no matter how much tragedy and pain it bespeaks; but the face which, in silence, does not announce hidden mysteries is not beautiful, regardless of the symmetry of its features.

Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.

One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.