Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own joy.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Happiness is a perfume you cannot put on others without getting a few drops on yourself. The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf. O, my luve is like a red, red rose That s newly sprung in June. O, my luve is like the melodie That s sweetly play d in tune.