Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.
Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.
If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.
There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.