Sorrow is better than fear. Fear is a journey, a terrible journey. But, sorrow is at least an arriving.

Life has not taught me to expect nothing, but she has taught me not to expect success to be the inevitable result of my endeavors. She taught me to seek sustenance from the endeavor itself, but to leave the result to God.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

because life slips away, and because I need for the rest of my journey a star that will not play false to me, a compass that will not lie.

It is not permissible for us to go on destroying the family life when we know that we are destroying it.

Ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right.