Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.

My friend, be not like him who sits by his fireside and watches the fire go out, then blows vainly upon the dead ashes. Do not give up hope or yield to despair because of that which is past, for to bewail the irretrievable is the worst of human frailties.

As the strings of a lute are apart though they quiver the same music.

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.

Every beauty and greatness in this world is created by a single thought or emotion inside a man. Every thing we see today, made by past generations, was, before its appearance, a thought in the mind of a man or an impulse in the heart of a woman.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.