I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

Love Is The Only Flower That Grows And Blossoms Without The Aid Of The Seasons

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

All Men Love You For Themselves. I Love You For Yourself.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes; Nor Would I Be Content With Converting My Tears, Invited By My Agonized Self, Into Calm. It Is My Fervent Hope That My Whole Life On This Earth Will Ever Be Tears And Laughter. Tears That Purify My Heart And Reveal To Me The Secret Of Life And Its Mystery, Laughter That Brings Me Closer To My Fellow Men; Tears With Which I Join The Broken-hearted, Laugher That Symbolizes Joy Over My Very Existence.