When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.

Work is love made visible.

All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.

Love is the gentle smile upon the lips of beauty.