What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.

Whoever is happy will make others happy.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.

The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?

But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.

Caught in a terrible cycle, I was thinking about what I thought about my own thoughts, so I went to the bar where I got myself a glass of water.

A sure way to lose happiness I found is to want it at the expense of everything else.

I just feel that art is more important than ever, that art is something that can unify us, that can make America stronger.

Music must be listened to; it is not enough to hear it. A duck hears also.

Imagination comes of not having things.

One of the problems we have is children are not in school long enough in the day and during the year.

Sometimes you just have to get out there and just help somebody face to face.

I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.

I am sometimes something of a lazy person, so when I end up spending a lot of time using something myself - as I did with Google in the earliest of days, I knew it was a big deal.

What then is the wisdom of the times called old? Is it the wisdom of gray hairs? No. It is the wisdom of the cradle.