Riches, power and fame last only for a few years! Why do people cling so desperately to these transitory things? Why can't people who have more than they need for themselves give that surplus to their fellow citizens? Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?

Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.

What's done can't be undone, but at least you can keep it from happening again.

I live in a crazy time.

It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.

In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.