No one is an outside observer of nature, We're defined by our environment and our interaction with that environment -- by our ecology. And that ecology is necessarily relative, historical and empirical.
We were born in charge of our own being, our own personality. Other people's personalities are beyond our control.
The ability for anyone in our generation to self-amuse has sadly been bred out of our species.
Our common language is English. And our common task is to ensure that our non-English-speaking children learn this common language.
Let us all take more responsibility, not only for ourselves and our families but for our communities and our country.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
We choose our sex, our color, our country, and then we look around for the particular set of parents who will mirror the pattern we are bringing in to work on in this lifetime.
I keep returning to the central question facing over-50 women as we move into our Second Adulthood. What are our goals for this stage in our lives?
Abroad, our most important policy is to support our troops and continue forward-thinking foreign policy in the war on terror - keeping our enemies on the run and hitting them before they hit us.
From 1941 to 1945 we won a war by enlisting the whole-hearted support of all our people and all our resources.
And our pessimists think this has taken too long. Our pessimists believe that too many Americans have died. Our pessimists believe that we have lost the war.
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.
This land, which we have watered with our tears and our blood, is now our mother country, and we are well satisfied to stay where wisdom abounds and gospel is free.
Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.
Mothers,lock up your daughters, then lock up your maidservants, then lock up yourselves. Lord Montgomery is on the prowl
Milena's eyes seemed to go hot and heavy. Praise made her heartsick; she was so unused to it, and needed it so badly.
I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.
Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.
My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.
Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.
Even in its darkest passages, the heart is unconquerable. It is important that the body survives, but it is more meaningful that the human spirit prevails.
