The Object Of Art Is To Give

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

Things Are Beautiful If You Love Them.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Men Create Real Miracles When They Use Their God-given Courage And Intelligence.