“If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.”

Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

Good fences make good neighbors.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

The best way out is always through.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone.

Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

Any work of art must first of all tell a story.

Freedom lies in being bold.

Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.

Have courage and a little willingness to venture and be defeated.

You have freedom when you’re easy in your harness.

All thought is a feat of association; having what’s in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn’t know you knew.

The test is always how we treat the poor.

All the fun is in how you say a thing.

You have to count your blessings and be happy.

While Europe has the technological innovation that Africa lacks. Together we can become a power which can count in the future.

The system will always be defended by those countless people who have enough intellect to defend but not quite enough to innovate.

To have attained to the human form is a source of joy. What an incomparable bliss it is to undergo these countless transitions.

Only super-efforts count.

I’m counting every heartbeat to tell you how much life you give to me.

I live in the USSR, work actively and count naturally on the worker and peasant spectator. If I am not comprehensible to them I should be deported.

He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.