The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.

If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

By no amount of agile exercising of a wistful imagination could my mother have been called lenient. Generous she was; indulgent never. Kind, yes, permissive, never. In her world, people she accepted paddled their own canoes, pulled their own weight, put their own shoulders to their own plows and pushed like hell.

I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better.

The children to whom we read simple stories may or may not show gratitude, but each boon we give strengthens the pillars of the world.