He Who Loses His Mother

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.” “love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself. To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

When A Man's Hand Touches The Hand Of A Woman, They Both Touch The Heart Of Eternity.

A Shy Failure Is Nobler Than An Immodest Success.