Is there any difference between a happy and a lucky man? A happy is someone who finds an oasis with drinking water in a desert. A lucky man will always find water.

Understanding how little we know is crucial to gaining knowledge.

The older the friendship, the stronger the trust.

Superficial people consider themselves capable of doing everything. The question, however, is who is willing to hire them?

There will come a time when people will realize the greatest mysteries of the universe: will a human then meet anything other than himself?

In the frame of a known phenomenon of life, a human could be defined as the only proven thinking creature.

Do not look for company at all costs, and especially do not allow loneliness to lead you to fickle love or false friendship.

Acquiring knowledge through the centuries has influenced human society more than all other factors.

The development of civilization was marked by constant changes. This will continue – therefore, the future will belong to people ready for change.

Only a person who is motivated in the inner depths of his being will help without hesitation and with no obligation for the one helped.

Be patient in life, knowing that there is a real possibility that the desired outcome could happen without your direct involvement.

One day we wake from sleep to wander through this tale of dreams with wings fluttering lighter than love free.

Stretch yourself a bit to know the difference between humans and heroes.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

The purpose of life is not to do what we want but what needs to be done.

... if God took the trouble to tell us eight hundred times to be glad and rejoice, He must want us to do it—SOME.

The danger of success is that it makes us forget the world's dreadful injustice.

We all have to expand our capabilities to encompass the changing world, its growing diversity and, indeed, its complexity.

it ultimately doesn't matter which disease gnaws away at the body - it looks the same. The flesh surrenders, grows exhausted, and the eyes ask why.

The truth is... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don´t love me back...it hurts.

Art is an effort to make you walk a half an inch above ground.