When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale.
That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.
life unfolds itself in mysteries ways.
Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.