A year is a period of 365 disappointments.
It’s the soul’s duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.
Happy are those who dream dreams and are willing to pay the price to make them come true.
The most painful death in all the world is the death of a child. When a child dies, when one child dies-not the 11 per 1,000 we talk about statistically, but the one that a mother held briefly in her arms-he leaves an empty place in a parent’s heart that will never heal.
My interest is in the future because I am going to spend the rest of my life there.
The task is overwhelming, and the chance is slight. We must take the chance or die.