The dog commends himself to our favor by affording play to our propensity for mastery.
Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.
America is woven of many strands. I would recognise them and let it so remain. Our fate is to become one, and yet many. This is not prophecy, but description.
The increased presence of Muslims in Italy and in Europe is directly proportional to our loss of freedom.
Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
Our very first group was called The Prunes.' We did a lot of campgrounds, living rooms, and backyards.
Everybody believes in psychiatry; it's supposed to be for our own good. Let psychiatry prove that anybody has an illness, and I'd concede, but there is no physical proof.
I trained in psychiatry in the 1970s, and much of our training was about what was then psychoanalytic theory, with a little bit of theory from Jungian psychology and a few other places.
It is our goal to provide full public access to as many files as we possibly can.
Most families aren't all in the public eye as we are. It works as a blessing. It works in our favor.
Our public figures are often narcissists, utterly self-absorbed in their quest for power.
Americans have long recognized the need to protect our public lands and their vast resources.
Not on my watch will we sell or transfer our public lands.
In my 31 years in Congress, I have seen a lot of changes. We made some substantial policy changes that have improved our parks system and our public lands.
Our rights are not absolute. Our rights can be curtailed in the interest of public safety.
As authors, we all have to learn not to be reactive to public statements about our books. It's really not our business what each reader thinks of them.
Too often, the elected individuals we put our public trust in disappoint us.
Growing up in New York, we lived all around the city depending on our economic circumstance. I also lived in Puerto Rico for a number of years.
If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.
Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that's what we are.
