In a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence, love exists. I’m grateful to know that it exists.

I've tried to be totally present, so that when I'm finished with a piece of work, I'm finished. ... The work, once completed, does not need me. The work I'm working on needs my total concentration. The one that's finished doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to itself.

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!

Remember, people will judge you by your actions not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold but so does a hard-boiled egg.

My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence - neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish - it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a week which we could donate to an old folks home or a children's hospital ward. The elderly whose pillows we plump or whose water pitchers we refill may or may not thank us for our gift, but the gift is upholding the foundation of the universe.

If you have done the best you can do and if you have gotten all you could extract from something, you have given all you had to give, then the time has come when you can do no more than say thank you and move on.