Real strength has to do with helping others.

There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind.

Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.

Mutual caring relationships require kindness and patience, tolerance, optimism, joy in the other's achievements, confidence in oneself, and the ability to give without undue thought of gain.

The greatest gift you ever give is your honest self.

Knowing that we can be loved exactly as we are gives us all the best opportunity for growing into the healthiest of people.

Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else.

Anyone who does anything to help a child in his life is a hero to me.

Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.

Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.

Imagine what our real neighborhoods would be like if each of us offered . . . just one kind word to another person.

Chances are no matter how bad your troubles seem to be, someone somewhere, with less resilience, has successfully conquered a more severe version of your problems.

He let the curtain drop and the terrible light that had played on his features went off to play somewhere more healthy.

If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours to gaze at you.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword.

People see me as Andre first. Then they see me as someone who happens to be a Muslim.

When Callas carried a grudge, she planted it, nursed it, fostered it, watered it and watched it grow to sequoia size.

Bright, white coming alive jumping off of the aerial All the time it's a changing, like now.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

Common-sense knowledge is prompt, categorical, and inexact.

I really like my eyes, nose, and lips. I especially like my nose. I really like my lips too. I think my lips are sexy.