We Possess Only The Happiness We Able

Can We Conceive What Humanity Would Be If It Did Not Know The Flowers?

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together ... Speech Is Too Often ... The Act Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal ... Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity ... It Is Idle To Think That, By Means Of Words, Any Real Communication Can Ever Pass From One Man To Another.

Men's Weaknesses Are Often Necessary To The Purposes Of Life.

I Am Moved By The Light.