“Dad is a son’s first hero and a daughter’s first love.”

Anonymity beats fame. One cannot undo fame.

Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.

You can feel sore tomorrow or you can feel sorry tomorrow. You choose.

Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight.

Observe without judgement.

Thoughts are free and subject to no rule.

Making excuses burns zero calories per hour.

May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

I’ve never met a strong person with an easy past.

Never worry about the delay of your success compared to others, because construction of a palace takes more time than an ordinary building.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Noble knights never sleep at night.

Work hard in silence, let your success be your noise.

. If you set a trap for others, you will get caught in it yourself. If you roll a boulder down on others, it will crush you instead.

Silence is the most powerful scream.

Impossible only means that you haven’t found the solution yet.

The only mercy of children is that they grow up, as my son has but then, tragically, they beget more children. We do not learn life’s lessons.

Democracy is the best revenge. After Benazir Bhutto’s death, her son’s brief public remarks were captured on video, and they were reported in international newspapers. Bilawal Bhutto Zardari announced, “My mother always said, ‘ Democracy is the best revenge.

Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.

I think Romeo and Juliet is uplifting. That’s how much a son wishes to avenge his father. That is how much two young people can love each other.

I do feel free, I have patched things up with my ex-husband to the degree of this real friendship. We spend a lot of time together as a family with our son, no way will we be man and wife again.

He (son Jason) doesn’t see me as a (gay) icon, he sees me as his mother who touches his hair too much. No, I love being an icon to anybody. Equal rights, you know?

Greatness of name, in the father, ofttimes helps not forth, but overwhelms the son: They stand too near one another. The shadow kills the growth.

When I first went public with my son Evan’s story, I just planned to talk about the ‘R’ word – Recovery. But soon I was spending most my time talking about the ‘V’ word – vaccines.