If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

He who bears in his heart a cathedral to be built is already victorious. He who seeks to become sexton of a finished cathedral is already defeated.

You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me.

Sometimes we behave as though there was something more important than life. But what?

The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.

I am who I am and I have the need to be.

It's hard luck always having to be a judge.