Th' longest lane will have a turning.

To be sure a stepmother to a girl is a different thing to a second wife to a man!

But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.

He had not an ounce of superfluous flesh on his bones, and leanness goes a great way towards gentility.

A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and advisor when his absolute rule shall cease.

I look at [books] as a child looks at cakes - with glittering eyes and a watering mouth, imagining the pleasure that awaits him.

There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.

Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.

Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.

I dare not hope. I never was fainthearted before; but I cannot believe such a creature cares for me.

But the future must be met, however stern and iron it be.

It’s only when you find God that you can discover your calling

The roadmap to a rich, rewarding life is to follow your passion, to be willing to deviate, to never dull to the dawn of a new day and all of the possibilities it holds for adventure and discovery.

Down through the ages man’s heart has remained unchanged. Whatever the color of his skin, whatever his cultural or ethnic background, he needs the Gospel of Christ.

All things are possible until they are proved impossible and even the impossible may only be so, as of now.

Be prepared, work hard, and hope for a little luck. Recognize that the harder you work and the better prepared you are, the more luck you might have.

There is no better investment of time and money than in the life of a child. They are the future.

I have big nuts. huge nuts. Elephantitis of the balls - that's what I have.

I would visualize the best- and worst-case scenarios. Whether I get disqualified or my goggles fill up with water or I lose my goggles or I come in last, I'm ready for anything.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.