The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

When you really don’t like a guy, they’re all over you, and as soon as you act like you like them, they’re no longer interested.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

There’s love, and certainly children you care about more than yourself. But nevertheless, we’re alone in our heads.

The way to know life is to love many things.

When I was nine years old, living on the south side of Chicago, my father was a minister and my mother used to scrub floors. I had seven brothers and four sisters. I told my mama, ‚One of these days I’m going to be big and strong and buy you a beautiful house.‘ That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life, is to take care of my mother.

It is the heart which perceives God and not the reason. That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not by the reason.

If proud Americans can be who they are and boldly stand at the altar with who they love then surely, surely we can give everyone in this country a fair chance at that great American Dream.

If you would be loved, love, and be loveable.

Marriage is an adventure, like going to war.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.

Intense love does not measure, it just gives.

I think the perfection of love is that it’s not perfect.

The husband who decides to surprise his wife is often very much surprised himself.

I’m getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can’t stop lifting it, and I love that you know.

My husband is everything to me and without him it’s just not the same.

We will always be a family. Always.

After all, life hasn’t much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.

I try not to go around looking like a hag.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

Young people can create beautiful things.

Speak low, if you speak love.

All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it’s with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

I’ve got a crush on my backing singer.

Water’s never clumsy.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Here ends my forever memorable first High Sierra excursion. I have crossed the Range of Light, surely the brightest and best of all the Lord has built. And, rejoicing in its glory, I gladly, gratefully, hopefully pray I may see it again.

A true man hates no one.

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

God grant that not only the love of liberty but a thorough knowledge of the rights of man may pervade all the nations of the earth, so that a philosopher may set his foot anywhere on its surface and say: ‚This is my country.‘

There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!

Being beautiful is not so fun when you’re in a business with all men.

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man – the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

The coniferous forests of the Yosemite Park, and of the Sierra in general, surpass all others of their kind in America, or indeed the world, not only in the size and beauty of the trees, but in the number of species assembled together, and the grandeur of the mountains they are growing on.

You can write a song about being in love with someone, but you don’t have to be in love with anyone.

I doubt that the Lord cares much which honorable vocation you choose. But He does care if you love one another and serve one another.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.

Treat your children like the blessings they are or don’t have them at all.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

I think it is perfectly natural for any artist to admire intensely and love a young man. It is an incident in the life of almost every artist.

Disneyland is a work of love. We didn’t go into Disneyland just with the idea of making money.

My mother loved children – she would have given anything if I had been one.

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

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

If Christ has died for me, ungodly as I am, without strength as I am, then I cannot live in sin any longer, but must arouse myself to love and serve Him who has redeemed me.

A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke.

It’s probably the worst feeling in the world, when you’re deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she’s not feeling you the same way, and you don’t know why.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

If I love you, I show you I love you every day. Little things, big things.

God is so big. It’s a gigantic concept in God. The idea that God might love us and be interested in us is kind of huge and gigantic, but we turn it, because we’re small-minded, into this tiny, petty, often greedy version of God, that is religion.

I’m a workin‘ girl.