Only the really plain people know about love – the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents.
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, – and the stars through his soul.
I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.