Don't brood. Get on with living and loving. You don't have forever.

I was lucky to have such a loving, crazy family. I learned to give and share.

What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself -- to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.

The purpose of life is to help others, and if you can't help them, won't you at least not hurt them? I know that is a platitude, that that is sentimental and can easily be attacked. But loving, caring is simple, and we make it complex. Our own neuroses make it complex.

Like any other living, growing thing, love requires effort to keep it healthy.