Of the small gifts of heaven, / It seems to me a more than equal share / At birth was given / To girls with curly hair.

This is the gist of what I know: Give advice and buy a foe.

Behind every myth lies a truth; beyond every legend is reality, as radiant (sometimes as chilling) as the story itself.

Of one thing I am certain, the body is not the measure of healing, peace is the measure.

Meek-eyed parents hasten down the ramps To greet their offspring, terrible from camps.

God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.

O, merry is the Optimist, With the troops of courage leaguing. But a dour trend In any friend Is somehow less fatiguing.