Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.

Love is quivering happiness.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

The envier praises me unknowingly.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.