Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.

You have to know where you were going in order to get there.

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

Memories? Pheh. Those just get in the way of living.

Let us not take what we eat for granted

Rise up and be you. Your rise is your growth.

You can cheat an honest man but not make a fool out of him.

Selfishness beats altruism within groups. Altruistic groups beat selfish groups. Everything else is commentary.

Jealousy is the very reverse of understanding, of sympathy, and of generous feeling. Never has jealousy added to character, never does it make the individual big and fine.

The essence of femininity is to absolutely love being a woman.

But by all means, keep moving.

The election process is a total fraud. If voters believe the process is secret, they will vote. If not, they will not.

The Britons are quite separated from all the world.