“It’s wrong for parents to bury their children. It should be the other way around.”

I would much rather be known as the mother of a great son than the author of a great book or the painter of a great masterpiece.

There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

It is selfish to concern oneself with tragedies.

The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts – spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back – length of life.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

More business is lost every year through neglect than through any other cause.

Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety.

Any woman who still thinks marriage is a fifty-fifty proposition is only proving that she doesn’t understand either men or percentages.

Money doesn’t give you any license to relax. It gives you an opportunity to use all your abilities, free of financial worries, to go forward, and to use your superior advantages and talents to help others.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

I have come to the conclusion that the most important element in human life is faith.

Money is never to be squandered or spent ostentatiously. Some of the greatest people in history have lived lives of the greatest simplicity.

Now I am in my eighties, and I have known the joys and sorrows of a full life. Age, however, has its privileges. One is to reminisce, and another is to reminisce selectively.

Sedentary people are apt to have sluggish minds. A sluggish mind is apt to be reflected in flabbiness of body and in a dullness of expression that invites no interest and gets none.

I hope you are reading to your children, out loud. That’s much better than watching television, much better. They won’t get very much out of television except some bad thoughts.

Having a kid is great as long as his eyes are closed and he’s not moving or speaking.

We can forgive you for killing our children, but we can never forgive you for making us kill your children.

You can huff and puff. But blow me down? I doubt it kid, or you get your ass whupped.

I challenge every one of you who can hear me to rise to the divinity within you. Do we really realize what it means to be a child of God, to have within us something of the divine nature?

The most extraordinary thing in the world is an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children.

I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.

Like a child who suddenly stops sobbing when he is clasped in the arms of his mother, such will be the grip of heaven upon our souls.