In any case, life is beautiful, extremely beautiful. And when you are old you appreciate it more. When you are older you think, you remember, you care and you appreciate. You are thankful for everything. For everything.

Every day in life is beautiful...every day!

Only when we are so old, only, are we aware of the beauty of life.

I was born optimistic...I was laughing from the beginning of my life.

Hatred eats the soul of the hater, not the hated.

I know about the bad, but I look at the good thing.

Music was our way of remembering our inner selves, our values.