The envier praises me unknowingly.

Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

Every man loves two women;the one is the creation of his imagination and the other is not yet born

Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.