If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.History Life Enemy Acceptance
Music is the universal language of mankind.Music Poetry
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.Poetry
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.Happiness Life Sadness Secret
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.Short Acceptance
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life, some rain must fallSadness Poetry Heart Life
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heartLife Sadness
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.Heart Short Words
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.Wisdom Knowledge Book
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. 
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books 
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. 
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. 
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. 
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life, some rain must fall 
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books. 
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. 
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!