Be Like The Bird Who, Pausing In

Popularity - A Piece Of Faded Tinsel, That Is Out Of Date.

Each Of Our Passions, Even Love, Has A Stomach That Must Not Be Overloaded. We Must In Everything Write The Word 'finis' In Time; We Must Restrain Ourselves, When It Becomes Urgent; We Must Draw The Bolt On The Appetite, Play A Fantasia On The Violin, Then Break The Strings With Our Own Hand. The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop.

Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.

...mothers Are Often Fondest Of The Child Which Has Caused Them The Greatest Pain.

To Give Thanks In Solitude Is Enough. Thanksgiving Has Wings And Goes Where It Must Go. Your Prayer Knows Much More About It Than You Do.