“In every storm you were the lighthouse, the direction in which to swim. so i grew strong a good swimmer and made it to your rocky shores.”

How can there be a relationship if one of us became a shadow of our former self?

Every hand i ever held caused me more pain than words can ever tell.

Sadness is great, the parting is a pain, yet in this pain lives the promise of reunion.

All you won was the trauma of people who didn’t deserve it.

It takes a lot of healing to feel a spark again.

The thoughts of you have become stronger over the years and so at times i have pushed them back, sought even to extinguish them

I’m your spark and you are mine.

Foolish if i trust one who has already shown themselves untrustworthy.

My sadness is that you broke your promise.

The greatest improvement in the productive powers of labour, and the greater part of the skill, dexterity, and judgment with which it is anywhere directed, or applied, seem to have been the effects of the division of labour.

Wisdom is directly proportional to your power to overcome the failures and setbacks in life.

If you start out looking at somebody, wondering whether he’s good or bad, I think you’re starting out in the wrong direction. I think we’re all good and we’re all bad.

Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.

I’m very direct. I don’t have tantrums. I don’t yell or shout. I do expect an awful lot from my staff, but no more than I expect of myself.

The length and breath of our influence on others are directly related to the depth of our concern for them.

I am the universe. Infinite in every direction. This is my choice.

There comes a time in the life of every nation when it stands at the crossroads of history and must choose which way to go.