I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?

I haven't been given many things, but I've been given ample, limitless patience.

Lincoln Diaz-Balart

An ounce of cheerfulness is worth a pound of sadness to serve God with.

Thomas Fuller

Those that do you a very ill deed will never forgive you.

Proverb

I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.

Socrates

I chose America as my home because I value freedom and democracy, civil liberties and an open society.

George Soros

If you're going to do a thing, you should do it thoroughly. If you're going to be a Christian, you may as well be a Catholic.

Muriel Spark

The same principles which at first view lead to skepticism, pursued to a certain point, bring men back to common sense.

George Berkeley

By far my most perilous assignment was covering a tank car explosion.

Jessica Savitch

All of this is so insignificant. In the grand scale of things, there have been so many before who have been in this position. I'm just another one. Life is so short. It's like we're already gone, really, in retrospect.

Heath Ledger

You will find that silence or very gentle words are the most exquisite revenge for insult.

Judge Hall

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

Henry David Thoreau

He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations, and the invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart at the hour when the flowers of night inhale their perfume, lighted like a lamp in the center of the starry night, expanding his soul in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of creation, he could not himself perhaps have told what was passing in his own mind; he felt something depart from him, and something descend upon him, mysterious interchanges of the depths of the soul with the depths of the universe.

Victor Hugo