Lofty Souls Are Always Inclined To Make

There Are Moments In Life When All We Can Bear Is The Sense That Our Friend Is Near Us; Our Wounds Would Wince At The Touch Of Consoling Words, That Would Reveal The Depths Of Our Pain.

The Virtues We Acquire, Which Develop Slowly Within Us, Are The Invisible Links That Bind Each One Of Our Existences To The Others - Existences Which The Spirit Alone Remembers, For Matter Has No Memory For Spiritual Things.

A Monster Which Devours Everything - That Is Familiarity.

A Mother Who Is Really A Mother Is Never Free.

To Live In The Presence Of Great Truths And Eternal Laws, To Be Led By Permanent Ideals - That Is What Keeps A Man Patient When The World Ignores Him, And Calm And Unspoiled When The World Praises Him.