Would To God That We Might Spend

Do Not Let Your Peace Depend On The Hearts Of Men; Whatever They Say About You, Good Or Bad, You Are Not Because Of It Another Man, For As You Are, You Are.

What Thou Art, That Thou Art.

Love Feels No Burden, Regards Not Labors, Strives Toward More Than It Attains, Argues Not Of Impossibility, Since It Believes That It May And Can Do All Things.

Thou Shalt Rest Sweetly If Thy Heart Condemn Thee Not.

I Have Sought For Happiness Everywhere, But I Have Found It Nowhere Except In A Little Corner With A Little Book.