My mother is so full of joy and life. I am her child. And that is better than being the child of anyone else in the world.

This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.

Nathaniel Hawthorne once said that easy reading is damn hard writing.

The devil lives in our mistakes, the lord lives in our rights. Who lives in our ignorance, and who wins after all?

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.

The trouble for the thief is not how to steal the chief’s bugle, but where to blow it.