I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked. The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

you can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?

You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.