Listen to the women when she looks at you, not when she talks to you.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

For love is sufficient unto love.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

Your friend is your needs answered.