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

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

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.

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.

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness, and even death.

Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

Live now. When you are eating, eat. When you are loving, love. when you are talking with someone, talk. When you are looking at a flower, look. Catch the beauty of the moment!

I have learned that love is the most powerful force available to us. When we have real love we have the strength to perform miracles.

The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live.

Perfect love is rare indeed.

Love yourself- accept yourself- forgive yourself and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.

Become the kind of person who brightens a room just by entering it.

Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

I want a brighter word than bright.

It’s always tough when you lose – you’ve worked so hard for that moment and it hasn’t gone the way you wanted. But you have to realise there’s always a bright side, you have to pick yourself up and get ready for the next game.

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.

Your voice is my brightest sunshine through the winter nights. Your voice is the only melody that can rock me to sleep.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens, you have made them bright, precious and fair.