“The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.”

Few people have the imagination for reality.

There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.

In the colorful reflection we have what is life.

Leap and the net will appear.

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

Everything transitory is but an image.

Remember to live.

We all of us live upon the past, and through the past we are destroyed.

One never goes so far as when one doesn’t know where one is going.

There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.

By seeking and blundering we learn.

He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.

If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however, if I treat you as though you are what you are capable of becoming, I help you become that.

If it makes you happy, it doesn’t have to make sense to others.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion.

We have looked into the future and the future is ours.

Love is Love. Better to Love than Hate!!!

See no one loves you more than me and no one ever will.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.