“The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.”

The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

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.

It’s up to all of us to decide the future we want to live in.

Fear never builds the future – hope does.

A nation that forgets its past has no future.

Vote like our future depends on it. Because it does.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

It’s up to all of us to decide the future we want to live in.

Fear never builds the future – hope does.

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.