When you hold your baby in your arms the first time, and you think of all the things you can say and do to influence him, it's a tremendous responsibility. What you do with him can influence not only him, but everyone he meets and not for a day or a month or a year but for time and eternity.

I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often, but I'm well preserved.

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

I looked on child rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best that I could bring to it.

I know not age, nor weariness nor defeat.

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?