Mom: Well, I hardly think your destiny is being a temporary teacher.
Mary: Well, no one knows their destiny except... God...or... a best-selling author.
Mom: Well, I just don't understand why you don't something more permanent.
Mary: Permanence is temporary, Mother dear. Well, I suppose there's some truth in that, Mary. The truth is relative.
Little girl: I hate the world. It's a terrible place.
Mary: I know. Sometimes it is but not all the time. And it's our responsibility ... to make it a better place.