It bothered me that my mother was crying all the time. She thought God might be punishing her for something... So I just told her I was happy to be blind and I think she felt better after that.

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

Mother illuminated to me the kindliest light this world has ever known, which has endowed literature and the theatre with their greatest and richest themes: love, pity and humanity.

All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

My mother always seemed to me like a fairy princess: a radiant being possessed of limitless riches and power.

My mother made a brilliant impression upon my childhood life. She shone for me like the evening star.