There is no greater privilege in life than being yourself.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.

If the path before you is clear, you're probably on someone else's.

I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.

Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.

Life is but a mask worn on the face of death. And is death, then, but another mask? 'How many can say,' asks the Aztec poet, 'that there is, or is not, a truth beyond?'

A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.

Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived. Follow the path that is no path, follow your bliss.

It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.

Never dare to lower your self-confidence in order to please those who can't stand you because you strongly believe in your abilities.

We are spirits deceived by the sky to create light and trade our souls to the sun but fail to become galaxies when it's dark

Remorse shows the difference between a cruel person and one that is not.

Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth.

There's only one passion in most artists more violent than their desire for admiration: their fear of identifying the nature of such admiration as they do receive.

The Jew is at once alienated and indestructible; he is in exile from his own country and in exile even from himself, yet he survives the annihilating fury of history.

Great Hypocrites are the real atheists.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me -- the boy whose real name is powerful enough to keep us alive in a train car full of enemies?

So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.