He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy.
The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.
Even while the Earth sleeps we travel.
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.
Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets
Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.