Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.

We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.

Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.

If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.

It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.

The examined life is no picnic.

The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.

Ignorance and power and pride are a deadly mixture, you know.

All I ever needed to know I learned in kindergarten. Share everything ... Don't hit people ... Clean up your own mess.

Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

If we being to ready the Bible daily

It was a family joke that Lydia's domestic tendencies were somehow misplaced when she was created.

The innocent curiosity of children gives them astounding courage.

The old ideals are dead as nails--nothing there. It seems to me there remains only this perfect union with a woman--sort of ultimate marriage--and there isn't anything else.

Oh salty sea, how much of your salt Is tears from Portugal?

Although I still write, research and investigate, my role is primarily that of a publisher and editor-in-chief who organises and directs other journalists.

Healing comes when the individual remembers his or her identity—the purpose chosen in the world of ancestral wisdom—and reconnects with that world of Spirit.

When information rubs against information the results are startling and effective. The perrenial quest for involvement, fill-in, takes many forms.

As an actor, you can't be off the market for too long.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.