​Life is a series of highs and lows. The trick is to tip the balance in your favor by following your heart and taking some risks.

​To go where you're wishing you could go, first you must tie your shoes and step off the porch.

Learn to put your troubles in your pocket, then leave them there when you do your laundry.

Relationships are like apples: they can be sweet and satisfying. But once you bite into a bad one, it's hard to go back to the barrel again.

​Live the truth and everything else will fall into place.

Don't judge people you don't know. You have no idea what they've been through, and you may waste an opportunity to make a new friend.

As we age, the bright light of youth either burns out or burns stronger - it's our choice.

The only thing worse than women are women who tell me I'm a misogynist.

Point your feet in the direction you want to go and your life will follow.

Try saying hello to someone who wouldn't expect you to - today would be good.

If finding true love was easy we'd all have a lot more free time.

Her short blond hair shifted in the wind, and she appeared the very definition of peace and comfort. Like she belonged in the world that had existed before everything was scorched.

Before the girl and the boy tie the knot, they feel like falling in love. And most of them do. Cupid works. Biology demands. And, sociology warrants.

Every essay - the subject matter of every essay - is ultimately about the essayist; him or herself. That ultimately, every essayist is writing about his or her view of the world.

If people don't like it [my music] now, they will.

I sit with my toes in a brook, And if any one axes forwhy? I hits them a rap with my crook, For 'tis sentiment does it, says I.

Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

I read about writers' lives with the fascination of one slowing down to get a good look at an automobile accident.

I never look forward, because I have no idea about how any of it happened to getting here. I've no idea how the next five years are going to be.

A hot bath! How exquisite a vespertine pleasure, how luxurious, fervid and flagrant a consolation for the rigours, the austerities, the renunciations of the day.

When I'm in a restaurant, I don't eat red meat. It doesn't taste like anything. But if a friend of mine is grilling stuff at his house, its almost always great.