Our lives are shaped by those who love us as well as those who refuse to love us.
One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.
We need criminals to identify ourselves with, to secretly envy and to stoutly punish. They do for us the forbidden, illegal things we wish to do.
Attitudes are much more important than facts.
Love is a medicine for the sickness of the world; a prescription often given, too rarely taken.
Hope is an adventure, a going forward, a confident search for a rewarding life.