Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.
It is not our purpose to become each other it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.
To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
The truth is lived, not taught.
Happiness is a how not a what. A talent, not an object.