It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.

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.

It's all on the wheel.

As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.

For me, being a writer is not an altered state. It's very ponderous, and very - it's like being a shoemaker.

The biggest lesson has been the importance of constantly repeating the mission. It means bringing the team together every week to talk about all of our projects, progress, and vision.

The things in our lives that die and can't be laid to rest hurt the most.

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.

Tracking the shiny is so much easier than digging for gold!

What are other women really thinking, feeling, experiencing, when they slip away from the gaze and culture of men?

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, 'Cause I remember it all, all, all... too well...

OK, so truth hurts - but what else does truth do?