Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.

The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice-cream cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now you're free.

Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.

We can change our lives. We can do, have, and be exactly what we wish.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with him.

Great hopes make great men.

Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.

You don't look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.