My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.

The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

Do not try to understand love, rather, stand in love and observe what happens around you.

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

What she did was like the people stirring up the riots in Egypt and Libya, said my liberal brother John Flaherty. Just say anything without even caring if it is true. That is how riots start.

I don't have to be working on an album to record a song.

As you step every day and we're going to see challenges, we going to see failures, we should certainly learn from the failures and be gracious with our successes too as well.

Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

I realized that a methane-oxygen rocket engine could achieve a specific impulse greater than 380.

Linguistic philosophers continue to argue that probably music is not a language, that is in the philosophical debate. Another point of view is to say that music is a very profound language.

Her smile was a bite, and I was its target.