The best proof of love is trust.

You. too, can determine what you want. You can decide on your major objectives, targets, aims, and destination.

W. Clement Stone

Matilda told such dreadful lies,It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes;Her aunt, who from her earliest youth,Had kept a strict regard for truth,Attempted to believe Matilda:The effort very nearly killed her.

Hilaire Belloc, Cautionary Tales

If you felt that excitement when you voted for Barack Obama, shouldn't you feel that way now that he's President Obama? You know there's something wrong with the kind of job he's done as president when the best feeling you had was the day you voted for him.

Mitt Romney

Funny, I don't feel any more powerful today than yesterday.

Jerry B. Jenkins

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.

Margaret Thatcher

When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out -- because that's what's inside. When you are squeezed, what comes out is what is inside.

Wayne Dyer

The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

Walt Whitman

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Reinhold Niebuhr

I'm an actor. I love to act. That's my job. I'll leave the politicking to others.

Jimmy Smits

In order to plan your future wisely, it is necessary that you understand and appreciate your past.

Jo Coudert

Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you.And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.You may give them your love but not your thoughts.For they have their own thoughts.You may house their bodies but not their souls,For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you,For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows might go swift and far.Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;For even as He loves the arrow that flies,so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!When old age shall this generation waste,Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woeThan ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' -- that is allYe know on Earth, and all ye need to know.http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/urn.html ...there is no definitive text for this poem. No manuscript in Keats's handwriting survives.

John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn