Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.

The child race is fresh, eager, interested, innocent, imaginative, healthy and full of faith, where the adult race, more often than not, is stale, spiritually debauched, unimaginative, unhealthy, and without faith.

We are not forced into unpleasant activities. We either allow them to come about or we encourage them to come about.

Two years ago your father died, Ulysses. But as long as we are alive, as long as we are together, as long as two of us are left, and remember him, nothing in the world can take him from us.

It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

What a people talk about means something. What they don't talk about means something.

Kids are always the only future the human race has.