For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.

Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?

We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.

A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be born will not be denied or interfered with.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.

Until I truly loved, I was alone.

Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?

Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay.

I am flagrantly nuts. I can say this because I am a doctor and I know about these things.

I say that my value is based on my accomplishments. Christmas is God saying that I am His accomplishment and that will forever be enough.

If I were you, I’d clear those cobwebs out because there isn’t a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.

People are crazy and times are strange, I'm locked in tightI'm out of range, I use to carebut things have changed.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

If you can discover what you like, if you can discover what you truly believe about most of the major matters of life, you will be able to write a story which is honest and original and unique.

Play the hand you're dealt.

I've been making the recordings for a long time, and I have tons and tons of them. I'm like a digital hoarder or something - everything is on like hard drives and whatever.

Don't let the bastards grind you down.

Playing my drums is therapy.