I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese

You can't have everything. Where would you put it?

To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.

A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I'm afraid of widths.

If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?

The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, 'Where the hell is my roof?

If a man says something in the woods and there are no women there, is he still wrong?

Right now I’m having amnesia and déjà vu at the same time. I think I’ve forgotten this before.

I don’t regret meeting Jon. I knew that God put us together early. I knew he was my destiny, but sometimes as if I was a fisherman I wanted to throw back my destiny and start again

The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror.

Better abolish pulpits then to appoint men who have no experiential knowledge of what they teach.

Some flowers blush sensing their own beauty and the love they feel from us

It's been a long time since I felt something like hope. Don't ask me to give it up for Netflix and a Prius.

I think that the best guarantee for the Cypriot people to feel safe is the potential of a fair and sustainable solution.

Every week a tsunami rips through poor towns and villages all over the world ... That tsunami is hunger.

And yet we check and chide The airy angels as they float about us, With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow The same tame slaves to custom and the world.

Once you discover that the world rewards reckless faith, no lesser world is worth contemplating.

The only thing that exists is torment, lyricism, and the magnificence of language.