In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing?

The Sufis advise us to speak only after our words have managed to pass through three gates. At the first gate we ask ourselves, Are these words true? If so, we let them pass on; if not, back they go. At the second gate we ask, Are they necessary? At the last gate we ask, Are they kind?

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, represents, in the final analysis, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.

God gives us memory so that we may have roses in December.

Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

The journey in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life really takes place.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

The Pythagorean ... having been brought up in the study of mathematics, thought that things are numbers ... and that the whole cosmos is a scale and a number.

Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.