For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatOn fields of triumph dirges of defeat;And still we turn on gala-days to treadAmong the rustling memories of the dead.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Some succeed because they are destined to, but most succeed because they are determined to.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.

Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home sweet home For there the heart can rest.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.

For those who love... time is eternity.

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

The simple life which blandly ignores all care and conflict, soon becomes flabby and invertebrate, sentimental and gelatinous.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.

A child's growth is defined entirely by the adult that raises him.

Enjoy the music to understand it!

The blunt large questions become connected to smaller, apparently esoteric ones.

The immoral cannot be made moral through the use of secret law.

America today has insufficient savings to finance both crucial investment and its consumption of imports.

Contemplation places us in a purity and radiance which is far above our understanding.

That perfect day, that magic moment that we're all waiting for, is right now.

Personal integrity is important, not because it gets us what we want, but because it helps us be what we want.

As Peter Bogdanovich would say of Paper Moon: Ryan's wonderful in it, and he sat there and watched the kid steal the picture.

Everyone is entitled to commit murder in the imagination once in a while, not to mention lesser infractions.