Filth is always a sign of weakness - in the mouth of the user and in the mind of the writer.

The time to relax is when you don't have time for it.

The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.

Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better.

When I hear somebody sigh, 'Life is hard,' I am always tempted to ask, 'Compared to what?'

Happiness is a direction, not a place.

History repeats itself, but in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.

The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: to return love for hate, to include the excluded, and to say, 'I was wrong'.

There's no point in burying a hatchet if you're going to put up a marker on the site.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

The two words 'information' and 'communication' are often used interchangeably, but they signify quite different things. Information is giving out; communication is getting through.

Leadership needs continuous learning from experience. Every time you learn something new, you re-wire your brain.

silence is not weakness and decency is not pride

Yes, my grandfather worked with Thomas Edison on the electric car, and he sold electric cars at the 1900 World's Fair in Paris.

Faviana is a line that girls can feel super-glamorous in. A lot of their designs are kind of based off of what celebrities wear on the red carpet!

Truth cannot be taught but it is quickly recognised by the person ready to discover it.

Stately as a galleon, I sail across the floor,Doing the military two-step, as in the days of yore.

Reading has made such a profound difference to my life. I'm sure I became a writer because of the power of literature in my own life.

Emmy Lou Harris introduced me to the work of the Vietnam Veterans of America foundation and the Campaign for a Land Mine Free World.

Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?

I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.