How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

If you want to build a ship, don't summon people to buy wood, prepare tools, distribute jobs, and organize the work; teach people the yearning for the wide, boundless ocean.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Every person that comes into our life comes for a reason; some come to learn and others come to teach.

Let your dream devour your life, not your life devour your dream.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

As for the future, your task is not to foresee it, but to enable it.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

True happiness comes from the joy of deeds well done, the zest of creating things new.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

It's a curious idea to reproduce when you don't even like life.

Today, tomorrow, " she said. "A day is nothing. A day is just a match you strike after the ten thousand matches before it have gone out.

Whatever dream God gave to you is for the comfort of those God keeps around you!

What a tremendous sin impatience is, he thinks. It blinds us to the moment before us, and it is only when that moment has passed that we look back, and see it was full of treasures.

I'll carry you." But she was already holding on, and though she knew she'd have to soon, she didn't see how she'd ever be able to let go of him.

Writing with a biro is the emotional equivalent of giving your loved one a plastic rose on Valentine’s Day.

Friendship is the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

I'm not an improv guy. I'm not a nerd, I play one on television.

Our two major parties are actually called the Liberal Party and the Conservative Party.

Careful?! Was my mother careful when she stabbed me in the heart with a coat hanger while I was still in womb?