There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

… "That at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what´s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That´s the world´s greatest lie." - The Alchemist, Paulo Cohelo -

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

We therefore must keep the faith, despite the defeat of policies, because men pass with their policies whilst generations follow each other.

If you laugh a lot, when you get older your wrinkles will be in the right places.

People are so shocked when they find ... out I am Protestant. I am Presbyterian. And I go to church and I love God and I love my church.

When you're in love, you put up with things that, when you're out of love you cite.

I've always dreamed of an Olympic medal.

Sometimes I wonder if we don't see Christ's love as much in the people he tolerated as in the pain he endured.

Do you know what astonished me the most in this world? The inability of force to create anything.

Pretend to be a delinquent?" I asked clarifying. "You can do it," Dave advised me. "Just don't smile, and try to look like you're considering stealing something.