My mom and my dad were both very sociable, meeting lots of interesting people.

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, Something is out of tune.

I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

I am in agreement with everything my father taught me and nothing my mother taught me.

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?