The narrow, middle, common-ground is the life-raft in a turbulent sea of extremism. We are overwhelmed by common hopes.

Let us revolt against the nightmare, and work together for a kinder world.

Death is the great hope of all life; the desire to expend itself; to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself.

Let us now yearn for the possibility of building a happiness in every heart. Let us now build inward a new world of hope, a world of limitless possibilities for the children of tomorrow, where each soul can reach the heights of their potential to love and to be loved.

The greatest joys in life are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in our quiet hopes and labors for others.

Your past is like a bag of bricks; set it down and walk away. Quit collecting every painful word, memory and mistake. Collect hope.