We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement.Personality Individuality
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a worldFreedom World
Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.Short
Love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.Happiness Love
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.Thought Words Writing
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.Understanding
Love must not entreat, or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.Love Strength
It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.Judgement Man Life Choice
Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges, obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them. 
We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement. 
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value. 
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world 
Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others. 
Love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure. 
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. 
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me. 
I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins. 
Love must not entreat, or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract. 
Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest. 
It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone. 
Those who are too lazy and comfortable to think for themselves and be their own judges, obey the laws. Others sense their own laws within them. 
Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can - that is their secret.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
One never reaches home... But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.
We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
