A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
I am not a teacher, but an awakener.
Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.