O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

No friendship is an accident.

There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be a hospitable person and have groups of people in your home touching your personables.

If we think of what's up ahead, with climate change and wars over water, it's very frightening.

It is easier to gnaw through bone. Than the hide of the heart.

Claiming for ourselves liberty of conscience, liberty to worship, we shall see to it that every other individual enjoys the same right.

America is a different country, and it will forever be a different country, after the election of Donald Trump.

Once you have found out what you love to do, there is only one goal: to be the best in the world at it.

I'm quite intuitive about what I pick. Often it's to do with what I've just done and how I'm feeling.

Obsessing on evil is boring. Rousing fear is a hackneyed shtick. Wallowing is despair is a bad habit. Indulging in cynicism is akin to committing a copycat crime.

Fortune dreads the brave, and is only terrible to the coward.