We're all on a journey - each one of us. And if we can be sensitive to the person who happens to be our neighbor, that, to me, is the greatest challenge as well as the greatest pleasure.

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.

Making others happy, through kindness of speech and sincerity of right advice, is a sign of true greatness. To hurt another soul by sarcastic words, looks, or suggestions, is despicable.

Check your ego at the door. The ego can be the great success inhibitor. It can kill opportunities, and it can kill success.

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

It ( In My Life ) was the first song that I wrote that was really, consciously about my life.... up until then, it had been all glib and throwaway.

I think that Malcolm X was the most remarkable historical figure produced by Black America in the 20th century.

A long-term romance is like a rose bush. In any given season, a blossom might fall off. But if the plant is well nourished, then the season will come around again, and new blossoms appear.

Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

I felt that the beach portraits were all self-portraits. That moment of unease, that attempt to find a pose, it was all about me.

Nations don't start out. There is not a particular moment when they unveil the essence of themselves. They are always a work in progress.

After a lustre of the moon, we say We have not the need of any paradise, We have not the need of any seducing hymn.