“Happiness dies when not shared”

The future belongs to the common man with uncommon determination.

I took up leprosy work. Not to help anyone, but to overcome that fear in my life. That it worked out good for others was a by-product. But the fact is: I did it to overcome fear.

Once you are in the orbit of your destiny, weightlessness is the only result.

I don’t want to be a leader. I want to be one who goes around with a little oil can and offer help when I see a breakdown.

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see, I sought my god, but my god eluded me; And then I sought my sisters and my brothers, and in them I found all three.

I don’t want to be a great leader; I want to be a man who goes around with a little oil can and when he sees a breakdown, offers his help. To me, the man who does that is greater than any holy man in saffron-colored robes. The mechanic with the oil can: that is my ideal in life.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity.

If you are through with dreams, then progress halts.

Joy is more infectious than leprosy.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity of imaginatively comparing your experiences to things that aren’t as good and thereby feeling happy and grateful.

You won’t die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.

High School is the place where poetry goes to die.

Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.

It takes a lot of doing to die.

To live in the past is to die in the present.

Scandal dies sooner of itself, than we could kill it.

I am Syrian, I was made in Syria, I have to live in Syria and die in Syria.

I’m afraid to live and afraid to die.