The Enemy Of Reflection Is The Breakneck

If There Is But Little Water In The Stream, It Is The Fault, Not Of The Channel, But Of The Source.

The Face Is The Mirror Of The Mind, And Eyes Without Speaking Confess The Secrets Of The Heart.

When I Could Not See The Light With My Blind Eyes, I Blamed Not My Eyes, But The Sun.

Love Is Not To Be Purchased, And Affection Has No Price.

Love Knows Nothing Of Order.