An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind.

Give me an ear and I will give you a Voice.

Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

Youth is a beautiful dream, on whose brightness books shed a blinding dust. Will ever the day come when the wise link the joy of knowledge to youth's dream? Will ever the day come when Nature becomes the teacher of man, humanity his book and life his school? Youth's joyous purpose cannot be fulfilled until that day comes. Too slow is our march toward spiritual elevation, because we make so little use of youth's ardor.

And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.

The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it.

Sorrow is too great to exist in small hearts.