“Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity.”

We pardon to the extent that we love.

Knowledge is a weight added to conscience.

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

Let us study things that are no more. It is necessary to understand them, if only to avoid them.

Men hate those to whom they have to lie.

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul

Reality in strong doses frightens.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.

A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.

Between the government which does evil and the people who accept it – there is a certain shameful solidarity.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in.

Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.

Don’t educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.

Some of us learn control, more or less by accident. The rest of us go all our lives not even understanding how it is possible, and blaming our failure on being born the wrong way.

Someday girl, I don’t know when, were gonna get to the place where we really want to go, and we’ll walk in the sun. But til then, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.

For anew Self to be born, hardship is necessary. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.

If the earth is fit for laughter then surely heaven is filled with it. Heaven is the birthplace of laughter.

We were born crying. Therefore, we must try at any cost; to keep a smile on the face.

While the parts change, the whole always remains the same. For every thief who departs this world, a new one is born. And every decent person who passes away is replaced by a new one. In this way not only does nothing remain the same but also nothing ever really changes.

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.