Love Develops Into Harmony, And Of Harmony

Each Human Personality Is Like A Piece Of Music, Having An Individual Tone And A Rhythm Of Its Own.

There Is No End To One's Faults. To Think Of Them Makes One Humble.

In This World Of Illusion, Where At The End Of The Examination, We Find Everything To Be Of Little Importance, Of Little Worth, If There Is A Sign Of Reality, Of Something One Can Depend Upon, And In Which One Can Recognize A Sign Of Eternity, It Is In The Constancy Of Friendship.

Silence Is The Adornment Of The Wise, And For The Foolish The Only Dignity Possible.

I First Believed Without Any Hesitation In The Existence Of The Soul, And Then I Wondered About The Secret Of Its Nature. I Persevered And Strove In Search Of The Soul, And Found At Last That I Myself Was The Cover Over My Soul!