"He who moves not forward, goes backward."

"If you would create something,you must be something."

"Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes."

"There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action."

"If you've never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like."

"As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live."

"This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us."

"You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it neverRises from the soul, and swaysThe heart of every single hearer,With deepest power, in simple ways.You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps,Blowing on a miserable fire,Made from your heap of dying ash.Let apes and children praise your art,If their admiration’s to your taste,But you’ll never speak from heart to heart,Unless it rises up from your heart’s space."

"I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing."

"The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden."

"If I love you, what business is it of yours?"

"He who moves not forward, goes backward."

"If you would create something,you must be something."

"Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes."

"There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action."

"If you've never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like."

"As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live."

"This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us."

"You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it neverRises from the soul, and swaysThe heart of every single hearer,With deepest power, in simple ways.You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps,Blowing on a miserable fire,Made from your heap of dying ash.Let apes and children praise your art,If their admiration’s to your taste,But you’ll never speak from heart to heart,Unless it rises up from your heart’s space."

"I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing."

"The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden."

"If I love you, what business is it of yours?"