Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.

Having all the answers just means you've been asking boring questions.

Equations are the devil's sentences.

Everything has a crack in it; that's how the light gets in.

How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

Considering the way the world is$$$ one happy day is almost a miracle.

How easy it is to love a child$$$ how hard to love what a child turns into!

If my eyes could show my soul$$$ everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

To study philosophy is nothing but to prepare ones self to die.

Youth is given up to illusions.