When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude. – William Wordsworth
That best portion of a mans life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. – William Wordsworth
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. – William Wordsworth
The Iraq war was fought by one-half of one percent of us. And unless we were part of that small group or had a relative who was, we went about our lives as usual most of the time: no draft, no new taxes, no changes. Not so for the small group who fought the war and their families. – Bob Schieffer