I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.

Never forget who was there for you when no one else was.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

Waiting periods are only a step. Registration is only a step. The prohibition of private firearms is the goal.

Opportunity is sometimes hard to recognize if you're only looking for a lucky break.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on.