You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.
For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.
Love has the power that dispels death; charm that conquers the enemy.
For truth and the spirit will abide with the morrow.
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.
A truly religious man does not embrace a religion; and he who embraces one has no religion.