Angelica rolled the wedding band between her finger and thumb. "It's terrifying, to be on the verge of finally getting what you want.

Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one

Make at least one definite move daily toward your goal.

A nation which does not remember what it was yesterday does not know where it is today.

Mr. Blair, I look upon secession as anarchy. If I owned the four millions of slaves in the South, I would sacrifice them all to the Union; but how can I draw my sword upon Virginia, my native State?

There are few, I believe, in this enlightened age, who will not acknowledge that slavery as an institution is a moral and political evil.

A land without memories is a people without liberty.

Remember, we are all one country now. Dismiss from your mind all sectional feeling, and bring them up to be Americans.

I have always observed that wherever you find the negro, everything is going down around him, and wherever you find the white man, you see everything around him improving.

You cannot change any society unless you take responsibility for it, unless you see yourself as belonging to it and responsible for changing it.

Everybody wants happiness, and nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

I'm listening to my son right now.

Consequently, any boy who appeared at such a time was bound to carry a certain weight, a sort of saving grace, a fateful gravity.

Oh don’t be such a fuss pot, ” said the fairy, “or I’ll call you Fussy Pants, instead of Silly Pants!

Christ who is your life, ' (Col 3:4): This identification reflects the relentless Christological focus of Colossians.

Economy, n. Purchasing the barrel of whiskey that you do not need for the price of the cow that you cannot afford.

But in some great souls, who consider themselves as citizens of the world, and forcing the imaginary barriers that separate people from people.

Joy is big. Joy lives in your own drunken electrons, billions of them, spinning and dancing without end in their own intimate Universe, longing for You.

Blue moon you saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own.

It's not the critic who counts.

There's a power in words. There's a power in being able to explain and describe and articulate what you know and feel and believe about the world, and about yourself.