If you have a friend with a blond mustache, he wants to touch you.

I'm trying to, with my stand-up and with the podcast, give people these little stupid things to give them happiness. I know that sounds lofty or like I'm starting a cult, but I kind of feel that way.

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

There was no correcting past mistakes, especially since he could see no real 'mistakes' he had made. He had done the best he could, and that had proven insufficient.

It’s okay to glance at the light of another. But when you look to long, it will blind you from seeing your own.

our finest writing will certainly come from what is unregenerate in ourselves. It will come from the part that is obdurate, unbanishable, immune to education, springing up like grass.

I don't think in my family anyone looked after anyone. It didn't matter how old they were.

Cease to inquire what the future has in store, and to take as a gift whatever the day brings forth. [Lat., Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere: et Quem Fors dierum cunque dabit, lucro Appone.]

Unhappiness and dissatisfaction with life are not signs of mental illness, but of growing intelligence.

I have never been sorry when I stood for what was right-even against severe criticism.

A SEEING eye is better than three hundred blind men's: The eye can distinguish pearls from pebbles.

The more we grow to know God, the more we realize how little we know of Him.