Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

Can We Conceive What Humanity Would Be If It Did Not Know The Flowers?

The True Sage Is Not He Who Sees, But He Who, Seeing The Furthest, Has The Deepest Love For Mankind.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.

All Mothers Are Rich When They Love Their Children. There Are No Poor Mothers, No Ugly Ones, No Old Ones. Their Love Is Always The Most Beautiful Of Joys.