He who is in perfect peace suspects no man. But he who is discontented and disturbed is agitated by various suspicions; he neither has rest himself, nor does he permit others to rest.
He who is in perfect peace suspects no man. But he who is discontented and disturbed is agitated by various suspicions; he neither has rest himself, nor does he permit others to rest.
Love is a great thing, greatest of all goods, because it alone renders light every burden and bears equally all that is unequal.
Evil men sprout like weeds in the sun, like weeds that spread all through the garden. Their roots wrap round the stones and hold fast to every rock.
Love feels no burden, values no labours, would like to do more than it can do, without excusing itself with impossibility, because it believes that it may and can do all things.