“I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see, I sought my god, but my god eluded me; And then I sought my sisters and my brothers, and in them I found all three.”

The future belongs to the common man with uncommon determination.

Happiness dies when not shared

I took up leprosy work. Not to help anyone, but to overcome that fear in my life. That it worked out good for others was a by-product. But the fact is: I did it to overcome fear.

Once you are in the orbit of your destiny, weightlessness is the only result.

I don’t want to be a leader. I want to be one who goes around with a little oil can and offer help when I see a breakdown.

I don’t want to be a great leader; I want to be a man who goes around with a little oil can and when he sees a breakdown, offers his help. To me, the man who does that is greater than any holy man in saffron-colored robes. The mechanic with the oil can: that is my ideal in life.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity.

If you are through with dreams, then progress halts.

Joy is more infectious than leprosy.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity of imaginatively comparing your experiences to things that aren’t as good and thereby feeling happy and grateful.

Emilia Clarke is someone I’m very close to, like a sister, and I love her very much.

My father was a great example of a strong and good man and Christian man, and my mother taught all my six sisters how to be young ladies and mothers and how to take care of your family. And so I think they were – they still are – great examples for all of us to their kids and to the world, too.

I came from a big family – two brothers and two sisters. So, there were always a ton of boys around and a ton of girls around. So, I grew up comfortable with both sexes.

Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

If I could pass along anything that my mother or my sisters taught me, I feel like my kids would be very well off.

I used to fantasize that Paul McCartney would marry my sister.

We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.

There’s no place that we know about that can support life as we know it, not even our sister planet, Mars, where we might set up housekeeping someday, but at great effort and trouble we have to recreate the things we take for granted here.