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

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.

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.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.