A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
The boundary between physics and mathematics is not as clear-cut as we might think.
Love doesn't need a reason. It speaks from the irrational wisdom of the heart.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Survival can be summed up in three words—never give up. That's the heart of it really. Just keep trying.
Every night I go to bed, I wake up richer.
