Many events seem to happen twice to me; even trifles, unimportant-seeming, recur, as if I were destined to live them again, time reconquered, but with added knowledge and a different outcome.

There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.

Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.

Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.

There is nothing in the world stronger than gentleness.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

All humans are frightened of their own solitude. But only in solitude can we learn to know ourselves, learn to handle our own eternal aloneness.

People never think about words, they only feel them.

Sadness is so ungrateful.

People bring to what they see and feel, the inner weather of their souls and complexion of their minds.

Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.

Poetry listens to me when I am silent and understands me when no one else seems to be able to.

I can honestly say that I was never affected by the question of the success of an undertaking. If I felt it was the right thing to do I was for it regardless of the possible outcome.

When we learn from experience, the scars of sin can lead us to restoration and a renewed intimacy with God.

Stop wasting time in playing a role or a concept. Instead, learn to ACTUALIZE YOURSELF, your potential.

I can tell a good cowboy by the way he approaches a cow.

We could say, then, that man is an instrument the world employs to renew its own image constantly.

My saying is; We win and lose together. I think that really does apply to both my fans, family and the team.

It is time for dead languages to keep quiet.

Nobody can miss you unless you go away.