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