The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Never forget the nine most important words of any family-I love you.You are beautiful.Please forgive me.

The essential component of being a DJ is setting the mood; it's playing to the context. So that if you're not able to adapt from one context to another, then you're not a DJ.

As the old saying went, the Manhattan Project wasn't built in a day. Or was that Rome? Something to do with Earth, anyway.

I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life...procrastinating and rationalizing.

[Paul] Ryan won kudos both within his membership and the party base for not giving in.

I want to do what I want when I want to do it not be dictated to by audiences.

I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.

As we say in Berlin, there are many ways to bake a parrot.

The few who profit from the labor of the masses want to organize the workers into an army which will protect the interests of the capitalists.

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.