Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Truth, and goodness, and beauty are but different faces of the same all.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Truth, and goodness, and beauty are but different faces of the same all.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
The heresy of one age becomes the orthodoxy of the next.
Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.