It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Delight and cheer in life, and let it uplift and inspire you. Spread happiness.

For what is philosophy but an art - one more attempt to give "significant form" to the chaos of experience?

Carla had realised there wasn’t just one destined adventure in life, there were thousands of them.

May you find a new path in your travel.

I affirm that any sort of photograph is superior to any sort of painting aiming at the same result.

For heaven's sakes, every parent in America is checking social media and every employer is as well, but our government can't do it.

I saw in details while she saw in scope. Not seeing the scope is why I am here and she is not. I took each element spearately and never looked to see that they never did fit together properly

If people don't like Marxism, they should blame the British Museum.

You see a person when you look in the mirror that no one sees but you. Other people see a person when they look at you, but you're not that person, either.

The laws of morals and the laws of music are the same