Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Seek ye counsel of the aged for their eyes have looked on the faces of the years and their ears have hardened to the voices of Life. Even if their counsel is displeasing to you, pay heed to them.

Behind the veil of each night, there is a smilling dawn.

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.