I will forget what you said, but I will never forget how lively, joyful and grateful you made me feel.

Don't appreciate me, I'm not up to it. Don't criticize me, I don't deserve it. Just be my friend and forgive me, because I am craving for it.

Always be friendly, always be kind, Like the most beautiful flower that you can find.

If you think life is magical or life is hard, either way you are right. Your thoughts are the source of reality.

Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

You are happy when you are enthusiastic and action-oriented, not when you are luxury and pleasure oriented.

A friend is a friend who continues to love you and like you when you don't love him or like him any more.

Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.

The odds seemed pretty long from where I was standing, certainly, but then again, I reminded myself, the history of science was in many ways an almanac of highly unlikely victories.

There is no philosophy which is not founded upon knowledge of the phenomena, but to get any profit from this knowledge it is absolutely necessary to be a mathematician.

Free trade does bring jobs to America.

I always like seeing people transforming themselves, in whatever way that might be, and a different accent is part of that.

Hating hard work can get to be such an obsession that you won't let it pile up.

I have it on good authority-from the roads department chief, Mr. Arpin-that it will not snow after the fifteenth of March.

If ever there was a proverbial truth, it's the more you give, the more you get. Give and start experiencing a life of fulfillment!

You are not defined by your possessions, looks, or popularity. You are made in God's image.

The baseball held was my fantasy of what life offered.

He seemed wild and dangerous and carefree--well, he would, would'nt he? What were motorcycles and black leather pants if not the uniform of a wild, dangerous and carefree man?