Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
Life without love is like a tree without blossom and fruit.
Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.
Beauty in not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.
If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully.
You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to do.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.
Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolutions.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies.
If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury;
but if you injure him you will always remember.
Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
Say not, I have found the truth, but rather, I have found a truth.
Beauty is a light in the heart.
Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain.
If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.
Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.
Beauty is not in the face, beauty is a light in the heart.
Safeguarding the rights of others is the most noble and beautiful end of a human being.
The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.
Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.
The teacher gives not of his wisdom, but rather of his faith and lovingness.
The eye of a human being is a microscope, which makes the world seem bigger than it really is.
Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert.
Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.
What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?
Your friend is your needs answered.
What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?
Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness.
An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.
What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.