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.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
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.
Happiness is a how not a what. A talent, not an object.
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.
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.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.