Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one who came from God, that he might learn bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

All work is empty save when there is love.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.