What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

I love that feeling of being in love the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

How can a doctor judge a woman's sanity by merely bidding her good morning and refusing to hear her pleas for release? Even the sick ones know it is useless to say anything for the answer will be that it is their imagination.

Wherever my story takes me however dark and difficult the theme there is always some hope and redemption not because readers like happy endings but because I am an optimist at heart. I know the sun will rise in the morning that there is a light at the end of every tunnel.

In live action movies you just hope that everything works. Because the actor may had a bad morning and doesn't play good or accidents happen continuously. Many things contradict what you are trying to say. But in cartoons nothing contradict what you want to say.

Every night when I go to bed I hope that I may never wake again and every morning renews my grief.

I know the world is filled with troubles and many injustices. But reality is as beautiful as it is ugly. I think it is just as important to sing about beautiful mornings as it is to talk about slums. I just couldn't write anything without hope in it.