Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.

We are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the 'nay' in your own mind, nor do you withhold the 'ay. And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

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

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.