A Man Never Discloses His Own Character

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

Humanity Is Never So Beautiful As When Praying For Forgiveness, Or Else Forgiving Another.

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.

The Burden Of Suffering Seems A Tombstone Hung About Our Necks, While In Reality It Is Only The Weight Which Is Necessary To Keep Down The Diver While He Is Hunting For Pearls.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.