“Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.”

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Tortoises can tell you more about the road than hares.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.

Rest in reason. Move in Passion.

How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.

Love is the only freedom in the world because it so elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature do not alter its course.

When you love you should not think you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then I must also accept the thunder and lightning.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men.

Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.

How do you defeat terrorism? Don’t be terrorized.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

My fear falls quiet with the way he speaks of me in his sleep.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

I do not fear computers. I fear the lack of them.