Each of our acts makes a statement as to our purpose.
The day will come when the man at the telephone will be able to see the distant person to whom he is speaking.
What this power is, I cannot say. . . All I know is that it exists.
There cannot be mental atrophy in any person who continues to observe, to remember what he observes, and to seek answers for his unceasing hows and whys about things.
The telephone will be used to inform people that a telegram has been sent.
It is the man who carefully advances step by step. . . who is bound to succeed in the greatest degree.
Leave the beaten track behind occasionally and dive into the woods.
Words are living things. They have personality, point of view. . . agenda.
People who think they are free eventually end up slaves to their own desires, and those who give their freedom away to the only One you can trust with that freedom eventually get it back.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Going through puberty as a young girl is so confusing. This monster invades your body, changes things and makes things grow, and no one tells you what's going on.