The flavour of life is love. The salt of life is also love.

A woman must marry the man who loves her but never the one she loves; that is the secret of lasting happiness.

Friendship has splendors that love knows not. It grows stronger when crossed, whereas obstacles kill love. Friendship resists time, which wearies and severs couples. It has heights unknown to love.

A nervous breakdown waits around the corner for anyone who lets himself wallow in bitterness. Little by little, it takes over your whole being.

Each life has its share of heroism, an obscure heroism, born of abdication, of renunciation and acceptance under the merciless whip of fate.

Life moves very fast. it rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.

Awareness of the divine begins with wonder.

We have all known the long loneliness, and we have found that the answer is community.

The daily employment of cunning marks a little mind, it generally happens that those who resort to it in one respect to protect themselves lay themselves open to attack in another.

There is, though, nothing that prepares us for the worst things in our life. There is nothing you can do to stop the shock, or buffer the pain.

It is like when you go to war: we have to know how our enemies attack and defend.

I want to make 20, 30, 50 studio records.

There are many times where even I, at certain points in the evening, after a few drinks, can't pronounce my own surname.

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.

You and I are characters in God's Story, handmade by Him. Every character serves a purpose.