When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
The reason we have poverty is that we have no imagination. There are a great many people accumulating what they think is vast wealth, but it’s only money… they don’t know how to enjoy it, because they have no imagination.
I learned you can’t trust the judgment of good friends.
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
We read Robert Browning’s poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.