Life is but a sleep disturbed by dreaming, prompted by the will; the saddened soul with sadness hides it's secrets, and the gay, with thrill.

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

Your confidence in the people, and your doubt about them, are closely related to your self-confidence and your self-doubt.

Your friend is your needs answered.

You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.