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.
The truth is lived, not taught.
Happiness is a how not a what. A talent, not an object.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.