I am convinced that music really is the universal language of beauty which can bring together all people of good will on earth

The world promises you comfort, but you were not made for comfort. You were made for greatness.

Truth is not determined by a majority vote.

It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.

The cross reminds us that there is no true love without suffering, there is no gift of life without pain.

If we allow the love of Christ to change our heart, then we can change the world. This is the secret of authentic happiness.

We were looking for a 'good shepherd,' and instead we got a German shepherd.

I have a mustard seed; and I am not afraid to use it.

Each of us is the result of a thought of God. Each of us is willed. Each of us is loved. Each of us is necessary.

Look at the face of the other... discover that he has a soul, a history and a life, that he is a person and that God loves this person.

We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.

I think you forget that I'm still alive. It's like you don't expect me to keep on existing now that I'm not in your life every day.

The ones who love you would never judge you, but those who would, obviously don't love you. So why worry about what people think and say about you?

Jason rose from his deathbed so he could drown with the rest of the crew.

Famous people complain about fame, but they never want to give it back, myself included.

Make me a fragrance that smells like love

The house is made up of the spirits of our ancestors. Did you think they would lie idly by while we were under attack?" 'Cuz, yeah, didn't everybody's ancestors rise up and destroy enemies.

As all things eternal and primordial reappear, so all things mortal return to the earth. Honor, old age, probity, justice, constance, virtue, and gentleness are all gathered into the cold tomb.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

In 1949 there was a new thing called Television, to which my agency and advisers opposed as a performance medium.

With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night That somehow the right is the right And the smooth shall bloom from the rough: Lord, if that were enough?