One cannot resist an idea whose time has come.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

This child whom we Love, Brings daylight Into our soul.

Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.

The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.

Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.