Do you know that I love now to recall and visit at certain dates the places where Iwas once happy in my own way? I love to build up my present in harmony with the irrevocable past...

But how could you live and have no story to tell?

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . .

Oh, how unbearable is a happy person sometimes!

and what shall I have to dream of when I have been so happy in reality beside you!

Diversity is Nature’s stronghold, yet that very diversity has become a curse for an entire species, which is supposedly the most advanced one on its planet.

My friend and I have built a wall Between us thick and wide: The stones of it are laid in scorn And plastered high with pride.

A happy life is made up of little things-a gift sent a letter written a call made a recommendation given transportation provided a cake made a book lent a check sent.

And here I am, dying in my bed, like cattle die. May the eyes of cowards never sleep.

The cross is the great jewel of the Christian faith and like every great jewel it has many precious facets that are each worthy of examining for their brilliance and beauty.

Originally, each human being is a complete and perfect existence. At the same time, we are each living within the one great, large-scale perfection.

I'm generally a pretty friendly person.

A great deal more is known than has been proved.

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.