Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

The very strength that protects the heart from injury is the strength that prevents the heart from enlarging to its intended greatness within. The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.

I am bored with gabbers and their gab; my soul abhors them. . . . Is there any place where there is no traffic in empty talk? Is there on this earth one who does not worship himself talking?

In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.