No true...father would be unconcerned about discord in his family that may cause it to disintegrate in his absence...

A grandmother’s love is selfless all the way to the bones.

...the depth or humaneness of our love depends on the wideness of our souls.

Evil is something you need to fight until it ceases trying to control you.

...Unsettling emotions are capable of messing up the most beautiful minds in this world.

A man has a hard time feeling fulfilled when he lives a life that does not serve a purpose that is more than himself.

The basis of love that most people share is the intimacy they developed with their partners, the intensity of their attraction, or the similarity of their thought patterns.

What is the purpose of wealth if it cannot serve an ideal that enhances humanity and betters the lives of the people, even if that means those we have never met before in our lives?

A good relationship with our children is the ultimate comfort we have while dying.

We still need to give our best to life even if we do not understand the purpose of our existence on earth.

With true love, you can move mountains, make unusual sacrifices, live a life of deprivations and still be happy.

Beware the wounded lioness, for she is a natural hunter.

He was dressed as if everything he wore had come from different stores or from a rummage sale, except that the crease in his trousers was sharp and his shoes were shined.

Whether it's Google or Apple or free software, we've got some fantastic competitors and it keeps us on our toes.

Our true identity is to love without fear and insecurity. Our higher potential finds us when we set our course in that direction. The power of love and compassion transforms insecurity.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.

In the year 2525, that song will be even less popular than when it first came out.

I am a creature of the sun. I don't ever mind being in the heat.

Ukip policies are common-sense policies.

Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath.