The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.

That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.

Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.

The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Life is the mistress to be wooed.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.