“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

I’ll never fall in love again it’s like having two souls at the same time.

Time was not passing it was turning in a circle.

If men gave birth, they’d be less inconsiderate.

Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

At some point, you no longer feel pain. Sensation disappears and reason is dulled, until you lose all grasp of time and place.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

The only everyday and eternal reality was love.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.

opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .

Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason toward my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

Vitally, the human race is dying. It is like a great uprooted tree, with its roots in the air. We must plant ourselves again in the universe.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

Cheap grace is the deadly enemy of our church. We are fighting today for costly grace.

The worst thing to do is to die while reading LIFE magazine.

Give me liberty or give me death.

I don’t want the corpses of flowers about me.