You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves nor their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others.
Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.
Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.
Love happens when you have a significant amount of positive thoughts and few negatives. It will crumble when the negatives outnumber the positives.
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.