The woman is at the heart of the home. Let us pray that we women realize the reason for our existence: to love and be loved and through this love become instruments of peace in the world.

Peace begins with a smile..

Profound joy of the heart is like a magnet that indicates the path of life.

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

If you judge people you have no time to love them.

Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless.

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.

Who is wise? He that learns from everyone. Who is powerful? He that governs his passions. Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.

And the world re-ordered itself around me. I spoke each word carefully. 'You are so stupid.

She was not a writer herself but she was a very good reader, passionate and eclectic in her tastes, and my father had great faith in her judgments.

I failed, I failed, and that is about all that can be said about it.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing. Continue to share your heart with people even if it's been broken.

Why is composing symphonies tough? I don't know. It's just very few people in the world can do it well. And I think that's the case with upfront design. It is very hard to do well.

Your love is the oil in my lamp of life. Your body the wick that burns casting a blanket of comfort over me as the darkness closes in....I love you

Despite a few really bad days we had quite a lot of fun making Low, especially when all the radical ideas were making sense and things were starting to click.

A landscape painting in which composition is ignored is like a line taken from a poem at random: it lacks context, and may or may not make sense.