Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

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.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.