Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.

Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.

Braving obstacles and hardships is braver than retreat to tranquility.

For this I bless you most. You give much and know not that you give at all.

And you receivers - and you are all receivers - assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings; For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the free hearted earth for mother, and God for father.

Love provided me with a tongue and tears.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?