Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

I'm getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime. / Pull out the stopper! Let's have a whopper! / But get me to the church on time!.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

You write a hit the same way you write a flop.

The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot. By order summer lingers through September In Camelot.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.

Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

You see what happens today. Women act like men and want to be treated like women.

Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can't a woman be like that?

When regret and shame fades away, beauty will be in your heart to forever stay.

Be like a mountain

We think a lot of things but can not take the right steps at the right time. And this is why the next time we're gonna regret.

God is The Reasonable One, therefore reason & faith are not antithetical" ~R. Alan Woods [2007]

What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week.

Bad manners make a journalist.

A basic truth of management - if not of life - is that nearly everything looks like a failure in the middle.

The ability to work hard and make sacrifices comes naturally to those who know exactly what they want.

The Spirit is both a builder and a dweller. He cannot dwell where he has not built; He builds to dwell and dwells in only what he has built.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.