“I’d like to be queen of people’s hearts.”

Princess Diana was a wonderful, caring philanthropist. She would come sometimes into the church and sit at the back and pray.

A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.

It’s vital that the monarchy keeps in touch with the people. It’s what I try and do.

It has always been my concern to touch people with leprosy, trying to show in a simple action that they are not reviled, nor are we repulsed.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

I am always going to be true to myself.

I live for my sons. I would be lost without them.

I don’t go by the rule book. I lead from the heart, not the head.

I found myself being more and more involved with people who were rejected by society – with drug addicts, alcoholism, battered this, battered that – and I found an affinity there.

Whoever is in the distress can call me. I will come running wherever they are.

As always, a million heartfelt thanks for bringing such joy into this chick’s life.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I should never have played with fire and I did. And I got very burned.

I wish all the mothers, fathers and children out there realize how much I need them and how much I value their support.

I like to be a free spirit. Some don’t like that, but that’s the way I am.

I love to hold people’s hands when I visit hospitals, even though they are shocked because they haven’t experienced anything like it before, but to me it is a normal thing to do.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

The head thinks. The heart knows.

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

He who lives in eternity dwells in the heart of the humble and in the soul of the penitent!

A heart-memory is better than a mere head-memory. Better to carry away a little of the love of Christ in our souls, than if we were able to repeat every word of every sermon we ever heard.

We must see that we are afraid of the thing we most desire, and so we live a mediocre life, never bringing to consummation the primary impulse of our heart.

Your mind has a flood of questions. There is but one teacher Who can answer them. Who is that teacher? Your silence-loving heart.