The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.

There is no one who does not exaggerate. In conversation, men are encumbered with personality, and talk too much.

I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant.

Music and Wine are one.

The scholar may lose himself in schools, in words, and become a pedant; but when he comprehends his duties, he above all men is arealist, and converses with things.

Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins

Cultivate the habit of being grateful... and ...give thanks continuously.