The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.

You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

Life is the mistress to be wooed.

Who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.

The tiny flame that lights up the human heart is like a blazing torch that comes down from heaven to light up the paths of mankind. For in one soul are contained the hopes and feelings of all Mankind.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

if you cannot but weep when your soul summons you to prayer, she should spur you again and yet again, though weeping, until you shall come laughing