Success is not fame or money or the power to bewitch. it is to have created something valuable from your own individuality and skill a garden, an embroidery, a painting, a cake, a life.

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.

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.

You can kid the world, but not your sister.

Human beings who leave behind them no great achievements, but only a series of small kindnesses, have not had wasted lives

In the welter of statistics about selected ethnic origins (singular or multiple) in the last census, one finding was often overlooked. Of the 25,309,330 people living in Canada in 1986, only 69,065 declared themselves as Canadians.

Children and mothers never truly part--Bound in the beating of each other's hearts.