Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

for we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.

When he has the power to see things detached from self-interest and from the insistent claims of the lust of the senses, then alone can he have the true vision of the beauty that is everywhere.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.