I am convinced that most people do not grow up ... our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

I speak a number of languages, but none are more beautiful to me than English.

Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude.

Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.

I keep on dying, Because I love to live

Once you appreciate one of your blessings, one of your senses, your sense of hearing, then you begin to respect the sense of seeing and touching and tasting, you learn to respect all the senses.

The best candy shop a child can be left alone in, is the library