Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?