Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

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.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

When you are born, your work is placed in your heart.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving