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

You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life.

It isn't a sadness, but a joy, that we don't do the same things for the length of our lives.

Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.

Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.

One shouldn't just hope to be treated well: one must insist on it.

You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you.

There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.

It is not a daily increase, but a daily decrease. Hack away at the inessentials.

The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.

My only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully, and yell for help if you need it.