How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

How Gloomy it is, to pause, to cease and to rust unburn, to get used and be indistinct. Like to live is to breathe.

Stars are tragic. Most of the stars are nothing but reminders of love gone horribly wrong, or men challenging the gods.

Enlarge your windows till you will get a window where you can see the whole universe with one look!

In my definition I am a protest writer, with restraint.

Like memories. You can make yourself believe that they have been erased. But they are there, if you look closely. If you have a wish to uncover them.

In the '80's my gut feeling was that airlines were crap. I hated spending time on planes. I thought we could create the kind of airline I'd like. So we got a secondhand 747 and gave it a go.

Without great mountains we cannot reach great heights.

You'll always know more in the future than you know now.

The purpose of computers is human freedom.

The autumn hill gathers the remaining light, A flying bird chases after its companion. The green color is bright And brings me into the moment, like a sunset mist that has no fixed place.