And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Work is love made visible.
The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.