I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.

People will rather appreciate a man who wears one suit out of the several he has got and refuse to validate the man who has put only suit he has into shape and has worn it on his back.

I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

Once fear enters your life - it will take you in one of two directions: empowerment or panic.

A busy schedule can be difficult, but I have the best husband on the planet. He supports my endeavors, and we work as a team.

. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.

On our watch, the conversation with a would-be suicide bomber will not begin with the words, 'You have the right to remain silent.'

That happy sense of purpose people have when standing up for a principle they haven't really been knocked down for yet.

Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul

You are the sunshine of my life, you take the clouds away and make me a rainbow every day. You're in my heart where you'll forever stay. I love you, sweetheart.

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.