You try to give away what you want yourself.

Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation.

But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Our children change us…whether they live or not.

My home is not a place, it is people.

The great art of giving consists in this: the gift should cost very little and yet be greatly coveted, so that it may be the more highly appreciated.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

Exile, for no other motive than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind.

No great deed, private or public, had ever been undertaken in a bliss of certainty.