I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

Yesterday is ever jealous of...tomorrow.

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.