I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war famine and natural disasters.

I did a production of 'Journey's End ' an RC Sherriff play about World War I at the Edinburgh Festival. I was 18 and it was the first time that people I knew and loved and respected came up to me after the show and said 'You know you could really do this if you wanted to.'

People talk about 'getting rid of the old image' and I guess there's some merit in that. But the truth is that people loved 'The Wonder Years' - I can't turn my back on it.

For truth has such a face and such a mien as to be loved needs only to be seen.

For above all things Love means sweetness and truth and measure yea loyalty to the loved one and to your word. And because of this I dare not meddle with so high a matter.

The truth is cruel but it can be loved and it makes free those who have loved it.

I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms.

Human love has little regard for the truth. It makes the truth relative since nothing not even the truth must come between it and the beloved person.

I wish my parents hadn't made me feel that how I looked was linked to how much they loved me. But I do also see how hard it must be to see your child pile on the pounds and trust they'll find their own way back to a healthy weight.

To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.