Love is the one surprise.

It seemed to travel with her, to sweep her aloft in the power of song, so that she was moving in glory among the stars, and for a moment she, too, felt that the words Darkness and Light had no meaning, and only this melody was real.

you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

Almost all the joyful things of life are outside the measure of IQ tests.

As paredes tem ouvidos. (Portuguese: The walls have ears.)

I do not believe that true optimism can come about except through tragedy.

On the other side of pain, there is still love.