To Love Life Through Our Labor Is

The Mother Is Everything - She Is Our Consolation In Sorrow, Our Hope In Misery, And Our Strength In Weakness. She Is The Source Of Love, Mercy, Sympathy, And Forgiveness. He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

Happiness Is A Vine That Takes Root And Grows Within The Heart, Never Outside It.

Rest In Reason. Move In Passion.

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.