All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
To support mother and father, to cherish partner and children, and to be engaged in peaceful occupation — this is the greatest blessing.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."
Kanga said to Roo, "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once . . . and had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwards.
Now it happened that Kanga had felt rather motherly that morning, and Wanting to Count Things — like Roo's vests, and how many pieces of soap there were left, and the two clean spots in Tigger's feeder.
...and then he and Roo pushed each other about in a friendly way, and Tigger accidentally knocked over one or two chairs by accident, and Roo accidentally knocked over one on purpose, and Kanga said, "Now then, run along."
If I plant a honeycomb outside my house, then it will grow up into a beehive.
If a country is to be corruption free and become a nation of beautiful minds, I strongly feel there are three key societal members who can make a difference. They are the father, the mother and the teacher.