No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.

The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you are feeling!

When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.