I'm not sure anyone - and I could be wrong in this - grows up thinking I want to be a single mom.

It is the dissimilarities and inequalities among men which give rise to the notion of honor as such differences become less it grows feeble and when they disappear it will vanish too.

A flower falls even though we love it and a weed grows even though we do not love it.

Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.

The more that social democracy develops grows and becomes stronger the more the enlightened masses of workers will take their own destinies the leadership of their movement and the determination of its direction into their own hands.

Knowledge is not simply another commodity. On the contrary. Knowledge is never used up. It increases by diffusion and grows by dispersion.

Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.

We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows so does the shore of our ignorance.

Doubt grows with knowledge.

Imagination grows by exercise and contrary to common belief is more powerful in the mature than in the young.

My happiness grows in direct proportion to my acceptance and in inverse proportion to my expectations.

Happiness grows at our own firesides and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again from zero.

Every time the government grows we lose more of who we are.

We need to find God and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees flowers grass- grows in silence see the stars the moon and the sun how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

Everything seems fine until you're about 40. Then something is definitely beginning to go wrong. And you look in the mirror with your old habit of thinking 'While I accept that everyone grows old and dies it's a funny thing but I'm an exception to that rule.'

The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.