Onward and sublime Will ever glide The silent stream of Time, That bears us on its tide.

O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven.

It rolls in grandeur lone-- The stream of Time; And on its shores lie strown The wrecks of every clime.

Nature declares herself in her works. What exists beyond her domain, if anything, becomes necessarily a matter of faith or imagination.

It was a satisfying bravery

Motherhood unwittingly molds us into all we are now, or are - destined to be.

If you the American citizen leave a child in a hot car and that child was harmed by that you will be charged with negligence even if your action was unintentional.

I was born in platform heels. I actually always fall down when I'm wearing flip-flops.

The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it.

Yet, analytical truth is not as mysterious, or as secret, so as to not allow us to see that people with a talent for directing consciences see truth rise spontaneously.

Relationships are so much a rerun of our parental relationships. We're rerunning the relationship they were in together and we're rerunning the relationship we had with them with our lover.

Contradictions in human character are one of its most consistent notes.

Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.

It's the way the business works, you're not just an actor, you're a diplomat and a publicist and a politician, and there are certain expectations.