No matter when, at whatever moment, if she were asked what she was thinking about she could reply quite correctly - one thing, her happiness and her unhappiness.

Under the influence of music, it seems that I feel what I do not really feel, that I understand what I do not understand, that I do what I cannot do.

Beautiful as seemed mama's face, it became more lovely when she smiled and seemed to enliven everything about her.

Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.

The most mentally deranged people are certainly those who see in others indications of insanity they do not notice in themselves.

We spend our lives trying to unlock the mystery of the universe, but there was a Turkish prisoner, Bahá’u’lláh, in Akka, Palestine who had the Key.

Every heart has its own skeletons.