My husband changed jobs so fast that I simply never knew what business he was in.

Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.

I do not like candid pictures. They are so unattractive.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts - spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back - length of life.

it is not tears but determination that makes pain bearable.

I tried to allow my children to take risks, to test themselves. Better broken bones than broken spirit.

Life is not a matter of milestones, but moments.

Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything until morning anyway.

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?

This is good, ” he told her.
She gave him a slow blink. “You like wine?”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“You strike me as a beer-from-the-can kind of guy.”
“I am.”

This is positively not an album to play while you do a doctorate thesis on "Bergson, Webern and Charles the Vicious, Paradox or Ambiguity?"

We don't know how God chooses martyrs. We do know that they give us the most precious gift they possess - their very lives.

Wit may do very well for a mistress, but [I] should prefer reason for a wife.

It takes a minute to get use to the TV thing, and I have so much more respect for TV actors now.

You can’t be friends with the person you were meant to spent your life with

It is not noble to return evil for evil, at no time ought we to do an injury to our neighbors.

I think just focusing on the wealth of these cabinet picks misunderstands [Donald] Trump's economic strategy here, which is going to be equal parts traditional Republican economics.

I worked around cattle all my life and I guess I learned all there is to know about it, and I think I can sum it all up in one thing: You can't drink coffee on a running horse.

I wish Stanley Baldwin no ill, but it would have been much better if he had never lived.