What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Wonder is the feeling of the philosopher, and philosophy begins in wonder.

Our military has to be strengthened. Our vets have to be taken care of. We have to end Obamacare, and we have to make our country great again, and I will do that.