When Men Destroy Their Old Gods They

My First Vivid Memory Is...when First I Looked Into Her Face And She Looked Into Mine. That I Do Remember, And That Exchanging Looks I Have Carried With Me All Of My Life. We Recognized Each Other. I Was Her Child And She Was My Mother.

The Heart Never Grows Old.

We Learn As Much From Sorrow As From Joy, As Much From Illness As From Health, From Handicap As From Advantage And Indeed Perhaps More.

It Is Love Itself That Is Important -- The Ability To Love, No Matter Whom You Love. For When You Can No Longer Love Anyone, You Are No Longer A Living Person. The Heart Dies If It Loses The Capacity To Love.

If You Want To Understand Today, You Have To Search Yesterday.