God has never deserted our people. Through the ages Jews have had to suffer, but through the ages they've gone on living, and the centuries of suffering have only made them stronger.

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because the regret is stronger than gratitude.

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't even happened yet.

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.

You can always give something, even if it is only kindness.

Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness.

Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!

Fire is loud, full of rage and chaos and destruction.

Magic is an ancient practice that has power over superstitious mind.

I'd rather sit down and write a letter than call someone up. I hate the telephone.

My understanding of God has come from my own personal experiences. Because I was in trouble so many times in New York that if you were me, you would believe in God too.

The weave of the personal and the political finally proves as irresistible as it is moving, partly because it has been drawn from extraordinary life.

Happiness is the result of an attitude of mind. I believe you can build it out of small things.

Ability is a wonderful thing, but its value is greatly enhanced by dependability. Ability implies repeatability and accountability.

Mark Twain said, The right word is to the nearly right word as lightning is to the lightning bug. Fill your book with lightning.

I look upon myself as a musical bricklayer with architectural aspirations.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.