Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.

For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.

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

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

A teacher can only lead you to the threshold of your own mind.

A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which we can understand only by love, and touch only by virtue.

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.