How many times have you noticed that it's the little quiet moments in the midst of life that seem to give the rest extra-special meaning?

I went into television because I hated it so, and I thought there's some way of using this fabulous instrument to nurture those who would watch and listen.

In the external scheme of things, shining moments are as brief as the twinkling of an eye, yet such twinklings are what eternity is made of -- moments when we human beings can say "I love you," "I'm proud of you," "I forgive you," "I'm grateful for you." That's what eternity is made of: invisible imperishable good stuff.

How sad it is that we give up on people who are just like us.

Love is like infinity: You can't have more or less infinity, and you can't compare two things to see if they're "equally infinite." Infinity just is, and that's the way I think love is, too.

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.

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.