When Charles first saw our child Mary, he said all the proper things for a new father. He looked upon the poor little red thing and blurted, "She's more beautiful than the Brooklyn Bridge."

There is only one terminal dignity - love.

The worst constructed play is a Bach fugue when compared to life.

Egocentrics are attracted to the inept. It gives them one more excuse for patting themselves on the back.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Everybody starts at the top, and then has the problem of staying there. Lasting accomplishment, however, is still achieved through a long, slow climb and self-discipline.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.