Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.
When you see anyone complaining of such and such a person's ill-nature and bad temper, know that the complainant is bad-tempered, forasmuch as he speaks ill of that bad-tempered person, because he alone is good-tempered who is quietly forbearing towards the bad-tempered and ill-natured.
Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you