“I do things differently, because I don’t go by a rule book, because I lead from the heart, not the head, and albeit that’s got me into trouble in my work, I understand that.”

I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had tremendous hope in me.

The people that I care about are the people out there on the street. I can identify with them.

Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.

There’s no better way to dismantle a personality than to isolate it.

They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?

Life is just a journey.

I work on instinct. It’s my best adviser.

I’m a free spirit – unfortunately for some.

If men had to have babies, they would only ever have one each.

Nothing brings me more happiness than trying to help the most vulnerable people in society. It is a goal and an essential part of my life – a kind of destiny. Whoever is in distress can call on me. I will come running wherever they are.

Family is the most important thing in the world.

It is a weakness that I lead from my heart, and not my head?

When you are happy you can forgive a great deal.

I understand people’s suffering, people’s pain, more than you will every know yourself.

My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.

I want to walk into a room, be it a hospital for the dying or a hospital for the sick children, and feel that I am needed. I want to do, not just to be.

There comes a point when you can more or less count the number of books you’re going to write before you die.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.

Good books get praised, bad books get praised. Good books get ignored, bad books get ignored.

It is very, very easy not to be offended by a book. You just have to shut it.

Books, the children of the brain.

The book of nature is a fine and large piece of tapestry rolled up, which we are not able to see all at once, but must be content to wait for the discovery of its beauty, and symmetry, little by little, as it graduallly comes to be more and more unfolded, or displayed.

Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.