Prosperity tries the fortunate, adversity the great.
From Rose Kennedy
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.
Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.
I've had an exciting time; I married for love and got a little money along with it.
It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.
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.
I do not like candid pictures. They are so unattractive.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
I looked on child rearing not only as a work of love and duty but as a profession that was fully as interesting and challenging as any honorable profession in the world and one that demanded the best that I could bring to it.
I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often - but I'm well preserved.
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