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

Your reason and your passion are your rudder and sails of your seafaring soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

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

Love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.

Life is the mistress to be wooed.

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.

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.