Take care of each other.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.

There is nothing but God's grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it; it makes the nails and axles of the universe.

We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.

And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.

In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.