To Love Life Through Our Labor Is

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself.

Long Were The Days Of Pain I Have Spent Within Its Walls, And Long Were The Nights Of Aloneness; And Who Can Depart From His Pain And His Aloneness Without Regret?

Faith Is An Oasis In The Heart Which Will Never Be Reached By The Caravan Of Thinking.

The Mother Is Everything - She Is Our Consolation In Sorrow, Our Hope In Misery, And Our Strength In Weakness. She Is The Source Of Love, Mercy, Sympathy, And Forgiveness. He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly

If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work.