The hardest thing to accept as a parent is that you cannot apply the bandage before the bruise.

It is not only possible to be the person you pretend to be, but there is less effort involved.

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.

All any child needs is the protection of loving parents and an alternative source of information.

Seems like nothing ever brings you back to reality that makes you want to stay there.

Sometimes we give up a dream to play a larger role in someone else's dream.