The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being. When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him. I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.