A Cunning Man Overreaches No One Half

Only Have Enough Of Little Virtues And Common Fidelities, And You Need Not Mourn Because You Are Neither A Hero Nor A Saint.

Selfishness Is That Detestable Vice Which No One Will Forgive In Others, And No One Is Without Himself.

Well-married, A Man Is Winged: Ill-matched, He Is Shackled.

The Soul Is A Temple; And God Is Silently Building It By Night And By Day. Precious Thoughts Are Building It; Disinterested Love Is Building It; All-penetrating Faith Is Building It.

Love Is The Wine Of Existence.