Life is the mistress to be wooed.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another, and no sunrise finds us where left by sunset. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of that tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind to be scattered.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain... When you are joyous look deep into your heart and you will find that it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

Love is all I can possess and no one can deprive me of it. Kahlil Gibran (Visions of the Prophet)

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.