The one thing that matters is the effort.

We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.

If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.

The job has its grandeurs, yes. There is the exultation of arriving safely after a storm, the joy of gliding down out of the darkness of night or tempest toward a sun-drenched Alicante or Santiago; there is the swelling sense of returning to repossess one's place in life, in the miraculous garden of earth, where are trees and women and, down by the harbor, friendly little bars. When he has throttled his engine and is banking into the airport, leaving the somber cloud masses behind, what pilot does not break into song?

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.