I think women who lead full lives are better mothers.

You always have to remember to take care of yourself first and foremost, because when you stop taking care of yourself you get out of balance and you really forget how to take care of others.

Worry about being respected, never worry about being liked because that's the trap.

When I'm tired, I rest. I say, 'I can't be a superwoman today.'

We don't back off obstacles and tough situations, we use them to make us stronger.

Women, you can have it all - a loving man, devoted husband, loving children, a fabulous career.

Don't take your health for granted. Don't take your body for granted. Do something today that communicates to your body that you desire to care for it. Tomorrow is not promised.

Will and I are yin and yang. He's all sky, vast and bright and soaring, and I'm all earth. I'm here to ground him, and he's here to help me fly.

I do call upon a little Fish Mooney energy sometimes, believe it or not.

I learned that surrounding myself with people who are able to help me is like being surrounded by tangible godliness.

You've got to be happy in your own skin.

Forever is a really long time, you know? What do you do with forever?""The same thing you do when you don't have forever." He smiled wanly. "Live.

Art and life are seen to be rich and mutually enriching

A little manic was okay. A little manic paid the bills and got him up in the morning, made him magic when he needed it most.

I don't really desire things. I prefer to spend my money on experiences, on meals or travel.

The greatest problem for mathematicians now is probably the Riemann Hypothesis.

Many an optimist has become rich simply by buying out a pessimist.

Racist people are few, in the minority. But you can do nothing to change them. You can talk, you can do what you want, but you can't do anything because they are just stupid people.

The Eucharist is a priceless treasure: by not only celebrating it but also by praying before it outside of Mass we are enabled to make contact with the very wellspring of grace.

Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all.

How could a person possibly become what he is not thinking? Nor is any thought, when persistently entertained, too small to have its effect. The 'divinity that shapes our ends' is indeed ourselves.