I gave up worrying about the principles of fiction writing when I realized that there weren't any.

Winter reaches its peaknot when a great wind screamsfrom the top of its lungs, but when a lazy breeze whispers from the bottom of its heart

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Start where you are with what you have, knowing that what you have is plenty enough.

You make the best products you can, and you grow as fast as you deserve to.

Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.

I always practice as I intend to play.

It could be a sign of pride in your life if a word of reproof or admonition is not able to be received with the same grace, whether it be given by the poorest of saints or the most educated person.

Before the bud swells, before the grass springs, before the plough is started, comes the sugar harvest. It is sequel of the bitter frost; a sap run is the sweet goodbye of winter.

I got so into moisturizing, my skin started overproducing oil. That's my story. There's a lot to talk about, for sure.

Become the most passionate person you know. It'll be contagious.