In The Depth Of My Soul There

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

Reason Is Not Like The Goods Sold In The Market Places--the More Plentiful They Are, The Less They Are Worth. Reason's Worth Waxes With Her Abundance. But Were She Sold In The Market, It Is Only The Wise Man Who Would Understand Her True Value.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.