All Work Is Empty Save When There

The Subtlest Beauties In Our Life Are Unseen And Unheard.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

Tortoises Can Tell You More About The Road Than Hares.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

He That Tries To Seize An Opportunity After It Has Passed Him By Is Like One Who Sees It Approach But Will Not Go To Meet It.