Ø A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
Ø Facts are many, but the truth is one.
Ø Age considers; youth ventures.
Ø Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Ø Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
Ø By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Ø Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Ø Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Ø Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
Ø Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
Ø Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.
Ø Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.
Ø Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
Ø Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.
Ø Everything comes to us that belong to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Ø Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
Ø Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Ø From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.
Ø Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
Ø He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
