As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!' On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!'

My life goal right now is to die a good man, with a good heart, soul, and mind, with a good family, and a couple Grammys.

Despair gives courage to a coward.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.

Coming closer to home, there is so much of jealousy, pride, arrogance, and carping criticism; fathers who rise in anger over small, inconsequential things and make wives weep and children fear.

Governments throughout the English-speaking sphere are creating and then ratcheting the torque on "hate-speech" laws with frightening eagerness.

It is the minority that has stood in the vain of every moral conflict, and achieved all that is noble in the history of the world.

Comedy and drama are both challenging to me.

Donald Trump doesn't think that he's deficient. Trump doesn't think that he's lacking. Trump doesn't think he needs advisers to tell him what he thinks. Trump is supremely, eminently confident.

Part of wearing a tee is saying, 'I'm comfortable and casual.'