A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

War is the business of barbarians.

Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.

Don't wait. The time will never be just right.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others

Desire is the starting point of all achievement, not a hope, not a wish, but a keen pulsating desire which transcends everything.

The favor of princes is as uncertain as the wind.