It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

With renunciation life begins.