I learned there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some from behind.
Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
Only you can control your future.
It's not about what it is, it's about what it can become.
The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.
Sometimes, when I see my granddaughters make small discoveries of their own, I wish I were a child.