Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.
Conscience is a just but weak judge. Weakness leaves it powerless to execute its judgment.
The first glance from the eyes of the beloved is like the spirit that moved upon the face of the waters, giving birth to heaven and earth.
The silence of the envious is too noisy.
And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.
The saint and the sinner are twin brothers...one was born but the moment before the other.