For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass That Is Loaded With Books.

A Little Knowledge That Acts Is Worth Infinitely More Than Much Knowledge That Is Idle.

He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.