My children love me. I'm like the mother they never had.

The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.

Women complain about PMS, but I think of it as the only time of the month when I can be myself.

I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.

Excuse the mess but we live here.

As a housewife, I feel that if the kids are still alive when my husband gets home from work, then hey, I've done my job.

Half the world's starving; the other half is trying to lose weight.

Women should try to increase their size rather than decrease it, because I believe the bigger we are, the more space we'll take up, and the more we'll have to be reckoned with.

I call myself a 'domestic goddess.

Experts say you should never hit your children in anger. When is a good time? When you're feeling festive?

I quit smoking. I feel better. I smell better. And it's safer to drink out of old beer cans laying around the house.

To become a leader, renovate your mind with painting of peace and roof your heart with ceiling of love. No love, no leader!

Sure I'm for helping the elderly. I'm going to be old myself someday.

It is against this concept of the sovereign state, a state isolated by protectionism and militarism, that internationalism must now engage in decisive battle.

If pessimism is despair, optimism is cowardice and stupidity. Is there any need to choose between them?

Everything we have is everything we love - it's basically like we picked for our homes and then just put it for sale in a store.

That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,” said Snape coolly. “Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.

If the prince of a State love benevolence, he will have no opponent in all the empire.

When we can figure out a way to really tour and make a profit, then we'll do it again.

Lance Bass needs to quit worrying about outer space and celebrate life by learning how to kill his own food.

I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.