The morning hour has gold at the mouth.

As a tree, even though it has been cut down, is firm so long as its root is safe, and grows again, thus, unless the feeders of thirst are destroyed, the pain (of life) will return again and again.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.

The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!