I shall grow old, but never lose life's zest, because the road's last turn will be the best.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Some succeed because they are destined to, but most succeed because they are determined to.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.

Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home sweet home For there the heart can rest.

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.

For those who love... time is eternity.

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

The simple life which blandly ignores all care and conflict, soon becomes flabby and invertebrate, sentimental and gelatinous.

What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.

I would prefer to have one comfortable room well stocked with books to all you could give me in the way of decoration which the highest art could supply.

The problems afflicting a nation are always in equal measure spiritual crises.

Failures of nerve and energy are not permitted. That's what it means to be an object.

I love everybody. My heart's open to everybody.

I like to take care of myself and know what foods I should be eating.

If you have the ability to work with people smarter than you, always try to be the least smartest person in the room and surround yourself with talent, because iron sharpens iron.

I always ask at once, 'Do you drink?' and if she says 'No,' I bow politely and say I am sorry but I fear she will not suit. All good cooks drink.

Travel is a caprice in childhood, a passion in youth, a necessity in manhood, and an elegy in old age.

It is harder to kill a whisper than even a shouted calumny.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.