If a man does his best, what else is there?

Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon.

I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

Friendship is essentially a partnership.

And suddenly you know: It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.

Why fit in when you were born to stand out?