I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

The secret to good health is to behave like your ancestors did before the Industrial Revolution.

Friends are like stars you don't always see them but you know their always there

The key to organizational success is to integrate next generation of leaders, tap into their way of looking at the world, solve problems in a very collaborative working style.

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?

Our identity includes our natural world, how we move through it, how we interact with it and how it sustains us.

As a rule, adversity reveals genius and prosperity hides it

When schools flourish, all flourishes.

And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong

I think there's a large segment of the mainland population that does not really understand the number of territories that are part of the United States.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.