Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.

Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?

We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.

A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be born will not be denied or interfered with.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.

Until I truly loved, I was alone.

For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before.

Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?

A good president needs a big comfort zone. He should be able to treat enemies as opportunities, appear authentic in joy and grief, stay cool under the hot lights.

...In this world I cannot see the Most High Son of God with my own eyes, except for His Most Holy Body and Blood.

Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.

Ale, not beer, in a pewter mug was comme il faut, the only thing for a gentleman of letters, worthy of the name, to drink.

Every time I think about writing, comedy doesn't interest me in the slightest. I can play comedy, but I don't think in terms of comic dialogue.

There is nothing wrong with saving the world, but it's a little boring.

But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth.

That he loved her was his life’s greatest grace—that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare.

Schools, the first thing they cut is music programs. They don't realize how important music is to kids.

I never write. Never! I do not even remember if I can write.