To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed. That can make life a garden.

For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.

Rome was not built in a day.

Custom is the plague of wise men and the idol of fools.

We in the industry know that behind every successful screenwriter stands a woman. And behind her stands his wife.

We ought never to do wrong when people are looking.

Patience is not passive; on the contrary, it is active; it is concentrated strength.

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Our calling is not primarily to be holy women, but to work for God and for others with Him. Our holiness is an effect, not a cause; as long as our eyes are on our own personal whiteness as an end in itself, the thing breaks down. God can do nothing while my interest is in my personal character--He will take care of this if I obey His call. In learning to love God and people as He commanded us to do, obviously your sanctification cannot but come, but not as an end in itself.

Pessimism, when you get used to it, is just as agreeable as optimism.

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'.

There is no great genius without a mixture of madness.

In ashes of despaire, though burnt, shall make thee live.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is the example of the external seductiveness of life.

Surer to prosper than prosperity could have assur'd us.

Commencement speakers have a good deal in common with grandfather clocks: Standing usually some six feet tall, typically ponderous in construction, more traditional than functional, their distinction is largely their noisy communication of essentially commonplace information.

Integrity is when what you say, what you do, what you think, and who you are all come from the same place.

The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.

Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover. Round them danced the sunbeams bright, Green the grass-lawn stretched before them While the apple blossoms white Hung in rich profusion o'er them.

Down comes rain drop, bubble follows; On the house-top one by one Flock the synagogue of swallows, Met to vote that autumn's gone.