I'm not sure the public knows what it wants.
Your hands, your eyes, your voice, your thoughts are your servants.
I hated school . . . . One of the reasons was a learning disability, dyslexia, which no one understood at the time. I still can't spell . . .
What you don't know intrigues you more than what you do know.
There are no ugly ducklings.
Gratitude isn't a burdening emotion.