Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.

Music is the voice of all humanity, of whatever time or place. In its presence, we are one.

A dog desires affection more than its dinner. Well - almost.

Small child once you were a hope, a dream. Now you are a reality. Changing all that is to come. A love to hold our hearts forever.

You can kid the world, but not your sister.

Any cat that misses a mouse pretends it was aiming for the dead leaf.

Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.