Whoever thinks he is objective must already be half drunk.
Though love is instinctive, it cannot develop without a certain stimulus and use.
Though science has given us many marvels, it has also spoiled many of our pleasant dreams.
Hope is a path on the mountainside. At first there is no path. But then there are people passing that way. And there is a path.
True, we must dare look things in the face before we dare think, speak, act, or assume responsibility. If we dare not even look, what else are we good for?
Hope is like a path in the countryside. Originally, there is nothing - but as people walk this way again and again, a path appears.