Until I truly loved, I was alone.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.

Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?

We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.

A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be born will not be denied or interfered with.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.

For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before.

Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?

Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay.

It is unfortunate that many people today cannot sense the worth in people.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can't bear to face.

You create your future in the Present, use your Now well, for a better Tomorrow!

We experience prosperity in our relationships as we learn to love, forgive, and receive love and forgiveness.

You say that you are just a body, but inside of you is something greater than the Universe.

The intelligent investor shouldn't ignore Mr. Market entirely. Instead, you should do business with him- but only to the extent that it serves your interests.

I was on Murder She Wrote with Angela Lansbury. She was fantastic... she was lovely to everyone, she was always on time, prepared.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.