A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.

What we call the secret of happiness is no more a secret than our willingness to choose life.

Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch.

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.