What is the most precious, the most exciting smell awaiting you in the house when you return to it after a dozen years or so? The smell of roses, you think? No, mouldering books.

Look, I'm smiling at you, I'm smiling in you, I'm smiling through you. How can I be dead if I breathe in every quiver of your hand?

We know from daily life that we exist for other people first of all, for whose smiles and well-being our own happiness depends.

If giving hurts, then receiving will likely hurt, and you must again ask yourself why you feel or think the way you do.

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain whether of our worth or worthlessness we are almost impervious to fear.

In bourgeois society capital is independent and has individuality, while the living person is dependent and has no individuality.

If you don't like my opinion of you, you can always improve

We have a very real God with a very real presence.

Don't judge from the outside. Like any beautiful rose has thorns... the more a person appears nice on the outside, the more you should doubt the inside.

I don't take it lightly that I brought a life into this world. They're waiting for you every day, these sweet little angels. You have to have time for them to interact on a daily basis.

It's very difficult to change the perception people have of you.