Love is really... a recognition of another person’s integrity and truth.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

Tolerance, like any aspect of peace, is forever a work in progress.

It's not your job to be likable. It's your job to be yourself. Someone will like you anyway.

When someone tells me “no,” it doesn't mean I can't do it, it simply means I can't do it with them.

Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

The struggle, like life itself, should be joyful.

In quietness the soul expands.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.

There are things that are not sayable. That's why we have art.