“Love, what is love? I don’t think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring, sharing joys and sorrows.”

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

No one has ever become poor by giving.

The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.

Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.

I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.

I’m currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn’t really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

As long as you’re in the food business, why not make sweets?

The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

One gets on better in life if one is not over modest.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile.

I love the time I spend with you. You make my living worth-while. Why dint I meet you before. I wish I could start my life From the beginning with you because the time I spend with you is never enough. I need you more everyday.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery.

I don’t care what people think. people are stupid.

Some emotions don’t make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint – like a heartbeat. And pure love – why, some days it’s so quiet, you don’t even know it’s there.

Be careful what you think, because your thoughts run your life.

Nobody spends somebody else’s money as carefully as he spends his own.

In America you’re conditioned to regard everything as a contest. You have to make the Ten Best Dressed List, win this, win that. It drives me nuts sometimes. Who cares, for Christ’s sake?

When I was 20 or 21, I didn’t… I won’t say care about anything, but you’re like in your own world – you made something that you always wanted to do, and then you kind of think only about your family and yourself.

I enjoy life when things are happening. I don’t care if it’s good things or bad things. That means you’re alive.

I don’t care who you are, you’re going to choke in certain matches. You get to a point where your legs don’t move and you can’t take a deep breath. You start to hit the ball about a yard wide, instead of inches.