Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

Sometimes in this life, under the stress of an exceptional emotion, people do say what they think.

He reminds me of a comfortable sweater that you pull on, knowing it will keep you warm every time.

I believe in the power of great art to transcend geographical boundaries, political differences and even the restrictions of time.

My feet are completely flat, but for most of my life they were still shaped like feet. Now, thanks to bunions, they're shaped more like states, wide boring ones that nobody wants to drive through.

There are slavish souls who carry their appreciation for favors done them so far that they strangle themselves with the rope of gratitude.

The miraculous power of the healing we create through crisis can be as stunning as looking at the sun.

Whenever you have to fall, fall carefully!

I think the Republican Party is cursed. And it's cursed itself.

If someone wants to employ me, whoever wants to employ me, I'll go and do that. I just want to work.

Agape is the catalyst that makes value appear in anything.

When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.