“We are born for love, but it will die if not nurtured.”

Those who think they know it all have no way of finding out they don’t.

Each of our acts makes a statement as to our purpose.

Love always creates, it never destroys. In this lie’s man’s only promise.

Living, loving & learning.

Most of us remain strangers to ourselves, hiding who we are, and ask other strangers, hiding who they are, to love us.

There is nothing that is an accident.

When we cling to pain we end up punishing ourselves.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Time has no meaning in itself unless we choose to give it significance.

Don’t brood. Get on with living and loving. You don’t have forever.

We created time, and now we have become the slave of time.

Live nutty. Just occasionally. Just once in a while. And see what happens. It brightens up the day.

We all need each other.

Change is the end result of all true learning.

Man is happiest when he is creating. In fact, the highest state of which man is capable lies in the creative act.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time. It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.

Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.

As motherhood is the greatest and most natural God-given gift for women for posterity, it would seem that the birth and rearing of children, in the way which to us seems most ideal, would be the most satisfying and the most rewarding career for a woman.

Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.

All communities divide themselves into the few and the many. The first are the rich and well-born, the other the mass of the people.

Just because a chicken was born in the oven doesn’t make it a biscuit.

Some people are born losers; others acquire the knack gradually.