*When you look on your sleeping child, you think, I don’t deserve this. When you’re tired, and the same child is having a screaming tantrum, you think, I don’t deserve this. You’re correct about both, but that’s small consolation. Very small.
*Nothing will make you feel more worthy and alive than to hear someone declare I love you to you.
It is not work that kills a man, but worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
Henry Ward Beecher