You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.

Loneliness is bred of a mind that has grown earth-bound.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.

You'll be bothered from time to time by storms, fog, snow. When you are, think of those who went through it before you, and say to yourself, 'What they could do, I can do.'

To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown−ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

Although human life is priceless, we always act as if something had an even greater price than life... but what is that something?

We say nothing essential about the cathedral when we speak of its stones. We say nothing essential about Man when we seek to define him by the qualities of men.