Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

Let us realize that: the privilege to work is a gift, the power to work is a blessing, the love of work is success!

I'll never stop dreaming that one day we can be a real family, together, all of us laughing and talking, loving and understanding, not looking at the past but only to the future.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.

You could put all the hearts together in the world and that still wouldn't describe how much I love you

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

Any one reflecting upon the thought he has of the delight, which any present or absent thing is apt to produce in him, has the idea we call love.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.

We ought to make love to such women as will feel a proper gratitude.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.