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

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

The growth of love is not a straight line, but a series of hills and valleys.

You cannot see the past that did not happen any more than you can foresee the future.

Humility is throwing oneself away in complete concentration on something or someone else.

If it's not good enough for adults, it's not good enough for children. If a book that is going to be marketed for children does not interest me, a grownup, then I am dishonoring the children for whom the book is intended, and I am dishonoring books. And words.

For the things that are seen are temporal, but things that are unseen are eternal.