The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
My mother loved children -- she would have given anything if I had been one.
Therefore search and see if there is not some place where you may invest your humanity.
This world is given as the prize for the men in earnest; and that which is true of this world, is truer still of the world to come.
Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.
Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'