Being a father. . . I can't help feeling that, by comparison with being a mother, being a father is a rather abstract business.
Every one, more or less, loves Power, yet those who most wish for it are seldom the fittest to be trusted with it.
The Nature of Familiar Letters, written, as it were, to the Moment, while the Heart is agitated by Hopes and Fears, on Events undecided, must plead an Excuse for the Bulk of a Collection of this Kind. Mere Facts and Characters might be comprised in a much smaller Compass: But, would they be equally interesting?
To what a bad choice is many a worthy woman betrayed, by that false and inconsiderate notion, That a reformed rake makes the best husband!
A good man will extend his munificence to the industrious poor of all persuasions reduced by age, infirmity, or accident; to thosewho labour under incurable maladies; and to the youth of either sex, who are capable of beginning the world with advantage, but have not the means.
We have nothing to do, but to choose what is right, to be steady in the pursuit of it, and leave the issue to Providence.
We can all be good when we have no temptation or provocation to the contrary.
Over and over, we are broken on the shore of life. Our stubborn egos are knocked around, and our frightened hearts are broken open—not once, and not in predictable patterns, but in surprising ways and for as long as we live.
Wit is a thing capable of proof.
Give Bush 10 minutes before you hammer him. I think he's going to surprise people. He sounds simple and uncomplicated, but maybe that's what we need now. He's not as stupid as everyone thinks. I like the guy.
What I can argue is that no one should have to die of a disease that is treatable.