The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale.

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

The pyramid shape is said to hold many secrets and amazing properties. One of them is a sense of wonder.

Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.

A woman is human. She is not better, wiser, stronger, more intelligent, more creative, or more responsible than a man. Likewise, she is never less. Equality is a given. A woman is human.

Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.

Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

Patience is not a virtue. It is an achievement.

A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it. But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target. So does gossip.

Each letter of the alphabet is a steadfast loyal soldier in a great army of words, sentences, paragraphs, and stories. One letter falls, and the entire language falters.

A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.

...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

No nation is drunken where wine is cheap and none sober where the dearness of wine substitutes ardent spirits as the common beverage. It is in truth the only antidote to the bane of whiskey.

Many Russia experts note the deep and sad capacity of the Russian people for suffering.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well.

The story of the Jews in the Bible is replete with incidents of their ingratitude to God for His gifts to them: incidents that just as repeatedly merit and receive punishment.

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.

At fourteen, you really do start realising that the world is not a safe and protected place or not always.

I am a painter with letters. I want to restore everything, mix everything up and say everything.

You have no need to travel anywhere - journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.

You better not brag, you're a hunky old hag, and that goes for your mother, too.