Every Man Has His Secret Sorrows.

Whoever Benefits His Enemy With Straightforward Intention That Man's Enemies Will Soon Fold Their Hands In Devotion.

Be Still, Sad Heart! And Cease Repining; Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining; Thy Fate Is The Common Fate Of All, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

The Market-place, The Eager Love Of Gain, Whose Aim Is Vanity, And Whose End Is Pain!

There Is Nothing Holier In This Life Of Ours Than The First Consciousness Of Love, The First Fluttering Of Its Silken Wings.

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.