The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world.

His manners are old-fashioned, the work of a vigilant mother.

Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.

No principle is worth the sacrifice of a single human being.

Self-love is a principle of action; but among no class of human beings has nature so profusely distributed this principle of life and action as through the whole sensitive family of genius.

I do think that memoirs by women are reviewed differently and considered somewhat outside of the canon.

I'm about as Chinese as Herbert Hoover.

The true measure of what you put in, is what's received on the other end.

When your parents regulate everything you hear and everything you intake, it forces you to get creative in other ways.

In the case of The Loved One, I was hired to collaborate on an updated version of the book.

Concerning all acts of iniative and creation, there is one elementary truth- that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves, too.