Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.

It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted.

There is no substitute for books in the life of a child.

Even one's yesterdays could not continue to stir and move in a man's mind unless there were a future for those yesterdays to make.

Whatever laudable qualities the English may possess in their selection, preparation, and consumption of food, elegance, originality, diversity, and imagination are not among them.

Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for it's own sake but, as he was given to saying, it straightened out one's thoughts.

Suffering without understanding in this life is a heap worse than suffering when you have at least the grain of an idea what it's all for.

The greatest danger in any argument is that real issues often clouded by superficial ones, that momentary passions may obscure permanent realities.

To lovers of the long and intricate history of language the disuse and final death of certain words is a matter of regret. Yet every age bears witness to the inevitableness of such loss.

Of all the excellent teachers of college English whom I have known I have never discovered one who knew precisely what he was doing. Therein have lain their power and their charm.

Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind.

Sometimes we allow pride to keep us running after a man who doesn’t want to be captured.

My whole problem is that all of my favorite things at Thanksgiving are the starches, and everyone is trying to go low-carb this year, even a green vegetable has carbs in it.

If we didn't have Nico [Rosberg] and Lewis [Hamilton] in those cars - there's one or two guys down the field who in those cars would have delivered the same.

If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

If the prudence of reserve and decorum dictates silence in some circumstances, in others prudence of a higher order may justify us in speaking our thoughts.

Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth - the true poet is very near the oracle.

Did I choose my hair texture? No. I'm grateful for having this hair on my head.

Those who follow the crowd will never be followed by the crowd.

Even one billion Chinese do not a superpower make.