I would like to learn to play the cello. I would like to paint. I would like to fully understand the concept of pi.

You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.

The older you get, the more fragile you understand life to be. I think that's good motivation for getting out of bed joyfully each day.

Loving what you do is the secret to everything.

True love doesn't come to you it has to be inside you.

Don't forget I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Life is so precious. Please, please, let's love one another, live each day, reach out to each other, be kind to each other. Peace be with you. God is great.

We've all been broken at some point. Forgiving ourselves or another person helps us move forward.

The key to beauty is always to be looking at someone who loves you, really.

If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.

Why is it so weird that somebody didn't recognize me?... The fact is that whenever I meet somebody, I say, 'Nice to meet you. I'm Julia.'

We are here not to Make Money.We are here to Make a Difference.

Smile all the While. Don't let miseries Pile! For life is just a Mile.

Values will be adjusted, and enterprising people will pick up the wrecks from less competent people.

Avarice, or the desire of gain, is a universal passion which operates at all times, at all places, and upon all persons.

While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.

Style is the feather in the arrow, not the feather in the cap.

My father grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., with my grandparents. In Norwegian my name is pronounced 'Yoo' but my father used to call me 'Joe.'

My hate of Apple has moved into a hate of Facebook.

I'm not altogether sure what I'm going to do for that. I think it will be a lot more low key than the other two I've done. Dare I say it, a bit more relaxing.

The statesman who yields to war fever must realise that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.