Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Nothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.

The poor have to labour in the face of the majestic equality of the law, which forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

Politics is very much like taxes - everybody is against them, or everybody is for them as long as they don't apply to him

Childhood lasts all through life.

Even a pretty traditional comic book writer can make valuable contributions to the Internet.

My history as a manager cannot be compared with Frank Rijkaard's history. He has zero trophies and I have a lot of them.

You can still be strong and be feminine.

I'm always wearing Spanx, eating ice cream and feeling a bit lonely.

Evil must be confronted in its womb, and, if it can't be done otherwise, then it has to be dealt with by the use of force.

When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is still.