If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

Our worst fault is our preoccupation with the faults of others.

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.