The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]

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.

Strange that we all defend our wrongs with more vigor than we do our rights.

How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.