Life affords no greater responsibility, no greater privilege, than the raising of the next generation.
—C. Everett Koop (American Physician)
Hard as it may appear in individual cases, dependent poverty ought to be held disgraceful.
—Thomas Robert Malthus (English Political Economist)
Writing was like digging coal. I sweat blood. The spell is on me.
—Zane Grey (American Novelist)
To understand is to perceive patterns.
—Isaiah Berlin (British Philosopher, Historian)
Cynicism is often the shamefaced product of inexperience.
—A. J. Liebling (American Journalist)
One of the most difficult things to contend with in a hospital is the assumption on the part of the staff that because you have lost your gall bladder you have also lost your mind.
—Jean Kerr (Irish-American Writer)
Don’t believe that winning is really everything. It’s more important to stand for something. If you don’t stand for something, what do you win?
—Lane Kirkland (American Labor Leader)
Often regret is very false and displaced, and imagines the past to be totally other than it was.
—John O’Donohue (Irish Philosopher, Priest)
Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?
—Yevgeny Zamyatin (Russian Novelist)
If you’re not happy every morning when you get up, leave for work, or start to work at home—if you’re not enthusiastic about doing that, you’re not going to be successful.
—Donald M. Kendall (American Businessman)
All of life is a foreign country.
—Jack Kerouac (American Novelist, Poet)
Men do not shape destiny, Destiny produces the man for the hour.
—Fidel Castro (Cuban Political Leader)
It is better to be the widow of a hero than the wife of a coward.
—Dolores Ibarruri (Spanish Communist Leader)
The moment of enlightenment is when a person’s dreams of possibilities become images of probabilities.
—Vic Braden (American Sportsperson)
That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
—Elizabeth Wurtzel (American Writer, Journalist)