“Yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.”

Work is love made visible.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.