Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Only in silence I find myself. Life in the city is so hectic that you lose the right perspective. It's important to know that our biggest resources are in our heart.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

If you allow your mind to carp at all and sundry, it will turn against itself: the majority of our sorrows are self-inflicted.

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.