Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself – (belching corruption and farting discontent!)

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.

I don't care for the colour of your skin, I care for the size of your heart behind it.

Every act of kindness is another step up Heaven’s stairway.

Self-Realization Fellowship seemed like training. It was the training ground for finding a sense of peace in myself. Because that's my job. It's no one else's.

Marry me. You can have all the money and credit cards you want, and the glory of being Mrs Packer, but you've got to let me do what I want.

Acting is a strange profession, and, yes, sometimes I struggle with its worth, its value in the world.

If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

With his own money a person can live as he likes-a ruble that's your own is dearer than a brother.

Storytelling is the oldest form of education.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.