However great your dedication, you never win anything on your own
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!. . . Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
The most amazing thing about little children. . . was their fantastic adaptability.
[My favorite thing about motherhood is] that it's made me grow into a woman finally, and I finally grew up, thank God.
The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.
I favor an aggressive expansion of America's intelligence capabilities domestically and around the world.