Birds Sing After A Storm.

What Greater Aspiration And Challenge Are There For A Mother Than The Hope Of Raising A Great Son Or Daughter?

I Don't Think You're Much Good, Unless You're Doing Good To Someone.

No One Will Ever Feel Sorry For Me.

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.

When I Think Of My Past, I Try To Dwell On The Good Times, The Happy Moments, And Not To Be Haunted By The Bad. . . To Me The Gift Of Life Is Contained In The Command, Whatever Happens: "don't Let It Get You. Just Keep On Going." Thus, I Try To Think Of The Good That I Have Already Experienced And What Will Still Be Coming.