A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.
God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.
Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?
Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.
An author departs; he does not die.
Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.