Anais Nin

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

All commend patience, but none can endure to suffer.

There is no such thing as defeat in non-violence.

He who does not tire, tires adversity.