“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves — say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.”

To love or have loved, that is enough.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

It is nothing to die; it is frightful not to live.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.