History does not repeat itself except in the minds of those who do not know history.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.

The power to Love is God's greatest gift to man, For it never will be taken from the Blessed one who loves.

The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly

A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.