Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath; I am the memory of a moment of happiness; I am the last gift of the living to the dead; I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
Life is the mistress to be wooed.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.