The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.

We must not wish for the disappearance of our troubles but for the grace to transform them.

Pain and suffering are a kind of currency passed from hand to hand until they reach someone who receives them but does not pass them on.

There are only two things that pierce the human heart. One is beauty. The other is affliction.

If you want to know what a man is really like, take notice of how he acts when he loses money.

A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.

There is one, and only one, thing in modern society more hideous than crime namely, repressive justice.

The joy of learning is as indispensable in study as breathing is in running.

Equality is the public recognition, effectively expressed in institutions and manners, of the principle that an equal degree of attention is due to the needs of all human beings.

More than in any other performing arts the lack of respect for acting seems to spring from the fact that every layman considers himself a valid critic.

If you follow someone who decides to leave your life, you are walking away from yourself.

Happiness? That's nothing more than health and a poor memory.

The reason why lovers and their mistresses never tire of being together is that they are always talking of themselves.

Save me from the error of judging a church by its size, popularity or the amount of its yearly offerings.

A photograph is worth a thousand words, provided it is accompanied by only ten words.

I have a 20-year-old son, I have a 12-year-old son and I'm so afraid for them.

Any artist will tell you that when they get negative criticism of their work, it's personally hurtful to them.

It is better to try something and fail than to try nothing and succeed. The result may be the same, but you won't be. We always grow more through defeats than victories.

I am not waiting for a move of God, I am a move of God!

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.