Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.

Your reason and your passion are your rudder and sails of your seafaring soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

Many are the places of worship, but few indeed are those who worship in Spirit and in truth.

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

The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.

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

If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter?