Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.

Living with regrets is like driving a car that only moves in reverse.

Once you realize that you can do something, it would be difficult to live with yourself if you didn’t do it.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.

Compassion is one of the purest springs of love.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Happiness is not made by what we own. It is what we share.

You don't meet the people you love, you recognize them.

Every noble work is at first impossible.