Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn’t possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world.

The noblest spirit is most strongly attracted by the love of glory.

If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

People shop for a bathing suit with more care than they do a husband or wife. The rules are the same. Look for something you’ll feel comfortable wearing. Allow for room to grow.

I was in Europe and it was at this stage that I fell in love with Americans in uniform. And I continue to have that love affair.

We, the People, recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom which only asks what’s in it for me, a freedom without a commitment to others, a freedom without love or charity or duty or patriotism, is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.

Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him.

At home I am a nice guy: but I don’t want the world to know. Humble people, I’ve found, don’t get very far.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

I feel like I’m the kind of guy that would have kids before getting married. The first thing would be kids.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

I kind of love Cole Miller.

Women have simple tastes. They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

I’d go to, like, six different schools in one year. We were on welfare, and my mom never ever worked.

As apostles and prophets, we are concerned not only for our children and grandchildren but for yours as well – and for each of God’s children.

I love New York. I’m a guy for whom a New York accent is a comforting thing.

Children sweeten labours, but they make misfortunes more bitter.

Every time I get in the McLaren I feel more comfortable, my confidence increases and I feel more at home with the team.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

The kids are a big part of my schedule.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.

The reason men oppose progress is not that they hate progress, but that they love inertia.

Above all, this country is our own. Nobody has to get up in the morning and worry what his neighbors think of him. Being a Jew is no problem here.

I always wanted a great love affair: something that feels big and full, really honest, and enough. No moment should feel slight, false, or a little off. For me, it had to be everything.

I’d like to think that I’m a calm and sweet person. I tend to be very playful at home with my children, but in life… we have to fight our battles – our work battles, our political battles, our personal battles – and we’re focused.

He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.

That government is the strongest of which every man feels himself a part.

John D. Rockefeller apparently became more of a tightwad the richer he got. I don’t know if it is true, but one story I read was about one of his sons having to wear his older sister’s clothes in order to save money.

I’ve never been a hands-on dad. I’m not ashamed to admit it, but you can’t run a restaurant and be home for tea at 4:30 and bath and change nappies.

My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion.

Our love, our gratitude, our admiration for our men and women in uniform, our veterans and their families – all of that is bigger than any one party or any one election.

For me, often, there’s such a cloud of melancholia about knowing I’m going to have to leave my daughter on her own. I don’t know what age that is going to be, thank God. It just doubles me up in grief.

My brother Bob doesn’t want to be in government – he promised Dad he’d go straight.

What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.

Where love is, there God is also.

My mother, my grandmother, my uncles would play Ethiopian artists like Aster Aweke and Mulatu Astatke all the time in the house.

Acting is just a way of making a living, the family is life.

My dad was very intelligent, had a very strong personality. I was amazed with my father.

For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine’s Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T – that’s a bad word that doesn’t go with L-O-V-E.

I was born in a very poor family. I used to sell tea in a railway coach as a child. My mother used to wash utensils and do lowly household work in the houses of others to earn a livelihood. I have seen poverty very closely. I have lived in poverty. As a child, my entire childhood was steeped in poverty.

If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.

We can continue to learn generation after generation and now is time to begin to learn how to love in a non-discriminatory way because we are intelligent enough, but we are not loving enough as a species.

Who’s my hero? That’s a great question… Well, I think my dad is my hero, because he’s someone I look up to every day.

Love is a state of being.

My enthusiasm seems to cause my world to endlessly offer me cooperative, co-creating experiences. I’m willing and I’m eager, and not just about my writing – I feel the same way about staying in shape, enjoying my family, giving a lecture, or whatever it may be.

Marriage is neither heaven nor hell, it is simply purgatory.

The truth is God created us to have relationship with us. He wants to love us and take care of us, and He wants us to love Him. That’s where our walk with Christ has to start.

I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep, I have to sing ‚Maria‘ from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring, I hang up.

We will always be a family. Always.

I’ve lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That’s the most terrible thing about being an author – standing there at your mother’s funeral, but you don’t switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

Every bit of me is devoted to love and art. And I aspire to try to be a teacher to my young fans who feel just like I felt when I was younger. I just felt like a freak. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m trying to liberate them, I want to free them of their fears and make them feel that they can make their own space in the world.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

I did have two dads; one was a socialist, and one was a capitalist. I really decided I would rather be a capitalist.