When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman, they both touch the heart of eternity.

The power to Love is God's greatest gift to man, For it never will be taken from the Blessed one who loves.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

Let your best be for your friend.

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

Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.