“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.”
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”
Wemustneverpermitthe voiceof humanitywithinus tobe silenced. It is Man's sympathywithallcreatures thatfirst makeshimaMan.
--Albert Schweitzer
Everything can betakenfromamanorawomanbut one thing: thelast of human freedoms tochoose one's attitude in any givenset of circumstances, to chooseone'sownway.