Who did she know in Raleigh who took the time off to fix a house? Or read Whitman or Eliot, finding images in the mind, thoughts of the spirit? Or hunted dawn from the bow of a canoe? These weren't the things that drove society, but she felt they shouldn't be treated as unimportant. They made living worthwhile.

Youth is a blunder, manhood is a struggle and old age a regret.

Benjamin Disraeli

There is no instance of a nation benefitting from prolonged warfare.

Sun Tzu

Americans are uneasy with their possessions, guilty about power, all of which is difficult for Europeans to perceive because they are themselves so truly materialistic, so versed in the uses of power.

Joan Didion

Few men in our history have ever obtained the Presidency by planning to obtain it.

James A. Garfield

To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

William Shakespeare

The principles that made this nation a great and powerful leader of the world, have not lost their meaning. They never will. We know we can bring this country back. I'm Mitt Romney. I believe in America. And I'm running for president of the United States.

Mitt Romney

There's only one free person in this society, and he is white and male.

Hazel Scott

I think my best skill in this whole deal is as a conduit to try to bring people together, because I think it's in our unity that we'll have the greatest strength.

Woody Harrelson

While walking in a toy store The day before today,I overheard a Crayon BoxWith many things to say.I don't like red! said Yellow.And Green said, Nor do I!And no one here likes Orange,But no one knows quite why.We are a box of crayonsthat really doesn't get along,Said Blue to all the others.Something here is wrong!Well, i bought that box of crayonsAnd took it home with meAnd laid out all the crayonsSo the crayons could all seeThey watched me as I coloredWith Red and Blue and GreenAnd Black and White and OrangeAnd every color in betweenThey watched as Green became the grassAnd Blue became the sky.The Yellow sun was shining brightOn White clouds drifting by.Colors changing as they touched,Becoming something new.They watched me as I colored.They watched till I was through.And when I'd finally finished,I began to walk away.And as I did the Crayon boxHad something more to say...I do like Red! said the YellowAnd Green said, So do I!And Blue you are terrific!So high up in the sky.We are a Box of CrayonsEach of us unique,But when we get togetherThe picture is complete.

Anon., Box Of Crayons (Original

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

Jane Austen

Any experience can be transformed into something of value.

Vash Young

Sometimes your dreams come true.

Frank Bruno