Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: It might have been.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it, always.