Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?

But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

You cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it from the heart of the guilty. Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves.

God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead us upon the illumined path. Yet many seek life from without, unaware that is within them.

Your body is the harp of the soul.

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.