Tomorrow is our permanent address.
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.
O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.