In history, the moments during which reason and reconciliation prevail are short and fleeting.

In history as in human life, regret does not bring back a lost moment and a thousand years will not recover something lost in a single hour.

Truth to tell, we are all criminals if we remain silent.

It is never until one realizes that one means something to others that one feels there is any point or purpose in one's own existence.

Freedom is not possible without authority - otherwise it would turn into chaos and authority is not possible without freedom - otherwise it would turn into tyranny.

All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings.

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

Only the misfortune of exile can provide the in-depth understanding and the overview into the realities of the world.

Only the person who has experienced light and darkness, war and peace, rise and fall, only that person has truly experienced life.

Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.

Those whom fate has dealt hard knocks remain vulnerable for ever afterwards.

When the truth emerges, it can’t be ignored. Nor will it wait.

I am overflowing with love, peace, joy, happiness and abundance.” Let this be your morning prayer.

The immature mind hops from one thing to another

I could forgive you anything but taking my memories. You stepped over the line.

It is not loving to impose our own grid onto others. We need to understand their situation and their needs accurately, and this comes from listening to them, not coming in with our own assumptions.

Go with the wind, you know, like a sailboat. I think that's really important when it comes to peace… inner peace especially. You can't help anyone else if you don't have it together for yourself.

Gentlemen, it is better to have died a small boy than to fumble this football.

Kids love to look at pictures of themselves.

We tear ourselves inside out for something the world may love, then base our worth on that.

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!