I Think We Hear A Lot Of

Everyone Keeps Talking About Fixing And Returning America - Making America Great. But Yet, Nobody Ever Seems To Focus On The Fact That You're Not Going To Make Any Country Great If You Don't Address Its Children.

That Kind Of Love - The Kind You Realize You Already Have By The Life You've Created Together - That's The Kind That Lasts.

Having More Does Not Keep You From Wanting More. And If You Always Want More - To Be Richer, More Beautiful, More Well Known - You Are Missing The Bigger Picture, And I Can Tell You From Experience, Happiness Will Never Come

It’s Not Just Other People We Need To Forgive. We Also Need To Forgive Ourselves. For All The Things We Didn’t Do. All The Things We Should Have Done. You Can’t Get Stuck On The Regrets Of What Should Have Happened. I Always Wished I Had Done More With My Work; I Wished I Had Written More Books. I Used To Beat Myself Up Over It. Now I See That Never Did Any Good. Make Peace. You Need To Make Peace With Yourself And Everyone Around You.

You'll Come To My Grave? To Tell Me Your Problems?" My Problems? "yes.' And You'll Give Me Answers? "i'll Give You What I Can. Don't I Always?" I Picture His Grave, On The Hill, Overlooking The Pond, Some Little Nine Foot Piece Of Earth Where They Will Place Him, Cover Him With Dirt, Put A Stone On Top. Maybe In A Few Weeks? Maybe In A Few Days? I See Myself Sitting There Alone, Arms Across My Knees, Staring Into Space. It Won't Be The Same, I Say, Not Being Able To Hear You Talk. "ah, Talk . . . " He Closes His Eyes And Smiles. "tell You What. After I'm Dead, You Talk. And I'll Listen.