We shun the rugged battle of fate where strength is born.
The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.
Every word which is used to express a moral or intellectual fact, if traced to its root, is found to be borrowed from some material appearance.
We put our love where we have put our labor.
He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.
One can never truly savor success until first tasting adversity.