Time alone can nourish or erode our emotions.

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.

I've longed for you so, while my connection to the rest of reality has torn. It is that you have lost me. And I have lost you, longing for more than my enough.

In the morning prayer is the key that opens to us the treasures of God's mercies and blessings in the evening it is the key that shuts us up under His protection and safeguard.

The only thing that's important is that every day I'm waking and doing something that I really love to do.

Don't judge everyone else by your own limited experience.

New York rose out of the water like a great wave that found it impossible to return again and so remained there in horror, peering out of the million windows man had caged it with.

A contract for better for worse is a contract that should not be tolerated.

Success depends on intuition, on seeing what afterwards proves true but cannot be established at the moment.

The trouble with plays these days is that they're too easy to understand.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

Comedy is the only hope for humanity.