Yeh don’ have ter be ashamed of what yeh are.

What's life without a little risk?

It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

It is our choices... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.

The world is full of wonderful things you haven't seen yet. Don't ever give up on the chance of seeing them.

There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.

Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

You give your way out of poverty but you sacrifice your way to wealth.

Keep Moving...Move forwardLet go Give inDecideand just DoProgress every dayAnd make one step forward no matter what's in your wayKeep moving, till one day you wake up and you're there.

Had her ordeal addled her mind? She was on a horse with a wild Highlander going God knew where with men even he did not trust and yet she found it thrilling!

Oh any sentimental person can cry at night, but when you begin to cry in the morning - to lie awake and cry in the morning-.

To work hard and then loaf; to know hardship and then luxury, to learn about society and then color it with a dash of the wilds-is there anything quite so fine?

I would never rob your cradles to feed the dogs of war

American businesses and upper incomes pay a larger portion of the federal taxes of our national taxes than any country in the world.

All the new media are art forms which have the power of imposing, like poetry, their own assumptions.

No unborn baby has ever had the right to choose or deny its own destruction.

I pulled a book by Robinson Jeffers off the shelf one day. It was powerfully moving. Tears ran down my face. That's when I became a poet.