I survived, carried on, glad to be like a weed, a wild red poppy, rooted in life.

And every good artist knows that the gift comes from somewhere else, and it's there for a reason, and that's to make the world a better place.

Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure.

Aim low and you won't be disappointed.

I know it was wonderful but I don't know how I did it.

The changes in our life must come from the impossibility to live otherwise than according to the demands of our conscience not from our mental resolution to try a new form of life.

Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain

There's lots of ways people can be dependent, on another person, or drugs.

The Way is empty, yet inexhaustible, like an abyss!

I really believe when you give to other people, you give to yourself.