I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers - so many caring people in this world.

There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind.

Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.

Mutual caring relationships require kindness and patience, tolerance, optimism, joy in the other's achievements, confidence in oneself, and the ability to give without undue thought of gain.

The greatest gift you ever give is your honest self.

Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.

Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else.

Anyone who does anything to help a child in his life is a hero to me.

Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.

Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.

Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like if each of us offered . . . just one kind word to another person.

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.

Each one of us has a comfort zone. The problem comes when we are unwilling to leave it.

I’ve never known anyone who was saved who did not first save herself.

Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be what he will become in the next moment.

The cross is the lightning rod of grace that short-circuits God's wrath to Christ so that only the light of His love remains for believers.

It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles.

Its impossible to go onto the Tardis set and not play with things and fiddle with dials.

Art can play a major role. I look at art as an alternative source of energy, the same way we might look at wind or solar or lithium batteries.

I quit my band in New York City in 1969 and I got really angry at them. I got angry at one of my guitar players and I dove over the drum set and we got into a fight.

The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!