For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.

It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.

Gratitude is a sign of maturity...Where there is appreciation: there is also courtesy and concern for the rights and property of others.

Hope is a tree of happiness.

In a world full of slavery, is it any wonder then that we cannot understand what it is to be free.

I really want to live in New York. That's the city of my dreams.

I had a ninth grade teacher who told me I was much smarter and much better than I was allowing myself to be.

Despite my asbestos gloves, the cough is filling me with black, and a red powder seeps through my veins.

I do see your point, but to me, I'm just a mouse compared to the President of the United States.

Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents.

I don't feel like I'm running against them, I feel like I'm running to try to show the American people what I can do and what I can accomplish.

Civilization today reminds me of an ape with a blowtorch playing in a room full of dynamite. It looks like the monkeys are about to operate the zoo, and the inmates are taking over the asylum.