“And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.”

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.

He who never says “no” is no true man.

Friendship is born from an identity of spiritual goals – from common navigation toward a star.

Make your life a dream, and a dream a reality.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.

All grown-ups were once children but only few of them remember it.

Only the children know what they are looking for.

True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.

When you give yourself, you receive more than you give.

I am who I am and I have the need to be.

Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.

It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity.

He who must travel happily must travel light.

I’ve had my fill of Hitler. These conferences called by the ringing of a bell are not to my liking. The bell is rung when people call their servants. And besides, what kind of conferences are these? For five hours I am forced to listen to a monologue which is quite fruitless and boring

The dog [in Pavlov’s experiments] does not continue to salivate whenever it hears a bell unless sometimes at least an edible offering accompanies the bell.

My favorite movie is ‘The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.’

What Alexander Graham Bell thought up occupied less space than a flower vase. Now it’s so small that I have to search all my pockets to discover I’ve received a spam text.

I’m getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.

We may be in a rapidly evolving international financial system with all the bells and whistles of the so-called new economy. But the old-economy rules of prudence are as formidable as ever. We violate them at our own peril.

Between the double and the single bell Of a ship’s hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below

Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.