In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

If I extend an empty hand and in retrieving it and finding it still empty, I feel disappointment, that is foolishness; yet if I extend a hand which is full and yet find no one to receive it, then that is hopelessness.

One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

To barter and lose is better than not to go forth.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.