Avoid those who seek friends in order to maintain a certain social status or to open doors they would not otherwise be able to approach.

Excessive caution destroys the soul and the heart, because living is an act of courage, and an act of courage is always an act of love.

Where there is loyalty, weapons are of no use.

And if I'm alone in bed, I will go to the window, look up at the sky, and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.

And to those who believe that adventures are i say try routine: it kills you far more quickly.

Never miss an opportunity to show your love, especially to those close to you, because we are always at our most cautious with them for fear of being hurt.

No matter how you are feeling, get up every morning and prepare to let your light shine forth.

solitude is not absence of love, but its complement

If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.

Don't try to be useful. Try to be yourself: that is enough & that makes all the difference.

Walk neither faster nor slower than your own soul, because it is your soul that will teach you the usefulness of each step you take.

I feel that luck is preparation meeting opportunity.

do something whilst others think you cannot do anything

If she allowed herself to give in to the whole sadness of it, she'd never ever be able to operate like a normal person again.

Most of us will still take nihilism over neanderthalism.

Lots of people have gone from public housing to do great things in the world and have a tremendous sense of duty to their fellow man because of it.

Goals have never defined me as a player. What has defined me is my impact on the team. If that means passing or playing defense to win, I'll do it.

I know plenty of adults who act like teenagers.

You can't be from Montgomery, Alabama, and not have a background in the church. It's at the core of who we are as a people.

Nixon's own protection from the assassin's bullet... nattering nabobs of negativism.

Life was a sorrowful throb of this Matter teaching it anguish, Teaching it hope and desire trod out too soon in the mire, Life the frail joy that regrets its briefness, life the long sorrow.