Grief is the price we pay for love....

Like all best families, we have our share of eccentricities, of impetuous and wayward youngsters and of family disagreements.

Therefore I am sure that this, my Coronation, is not the symbol of a power and a splendor that are gone but a declaration of our hopes for the future, and for the years I may, by God's Grace and Mercy, be given to reign and serve you as your Queen.

What were once only hopes for the future have now come to pass it is almost exactly 13 years since the overwhelming majority of people in Ireland and Northern Ireland voted in favour of the agreement signed on Good Friday 1998, paving the way for Northern Ireland to become the exciting and inspirational place that it is today.

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.