Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it

For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, all those who live without love.

I am not worried, Harry. I am with you.

There will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.