“[On her mother, who died when Hutton was 4:] I hardly remember her, but I have missed her all my life.”

I’ve never seen a Brink’s truck follow a hearse to the cemetery.

Money alone can’t bring you happiness, but money alone has not brought me unhappiness. I won’t say my previous husbands thought only of my money, but it had a certain fascination for them.

Don’t let what other people think decide who you are.

I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.

Nobody ever died of discomfort, yet living in the name of comfort has killed more ideas, more opportunities, more actions, and more growth than everything else combined. Comfort kills!

He died to make you holy. You are not your own.

We ought to be living as if Jesus died yesterday, rose this morning, and is coming back this afternoon.

Thus the Western Empire died.

A kid wrote to me through Facebook because they started a team in honor of their friend who died of leukemia, and he played in the band of this very obscure team in England.

She died chasing greatness and never saw it each time it was in her hand, so she kept seeking it elsewhere, but never understood the work required to get it or to keep it.