Love Is Quivering Happiness.

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

A Look Which Reveals Inward Stress Adds More Beauty To The Face, No Matter How Much Tragedy And Pain It Bespeaks; But The Face Which, In Silence, Does Not Announce Hidden Mysteries Is Not Beautiful, Regardless Of The Symmetry Of Its Features.

A Truth Is To Be Known Always, To Be Uttered Sometimes.

I Would Tell You More Of Him, But How Shall I? When Love Becomes Vast Love Becomes Wordless. And When Memory Is Overladen It Seeks The Silent Deep.