“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.”

The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question.

I raise up my voice — not so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard.

Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.