Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.

The telling of a story, like virtually everything in this life, was always made all the easier by a cup of tea.

Be content with who you are and where you are, and do whatever you can do to bring to others such contentment, and joy, and understanding that you have managed to find yourself.

There is room in history for all of us.

Manners are the basic building blocks of civil society.

I see no point in being despondent. We might as well enjoy ourselves during our brief tenure of this life.

How many of us are happy to be exactly where we are at any moment?...only the completely happy think that they are in the correct place.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?

She may not be the prettiest, or the smartest, or the wealthiest at the Academy, but she could be kind. Anyone could be kind.

Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times.

I usually have a drink before a carpet because I find them really nerve-racking. Usually a tequila. An upper!

A great deal of our ratings on the morning news are people who died during the night with their TV on.

Before you begin your day: Take a moment of silence and meditation, and give yourself permission to have all that you desire.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

There is nothing that saps one's confidence as the knowing how to do a thing

Surely nobody would be a charlatan, who could afford to be sincere.

Try to find the path of least resistance and use it without harming others. Live with integrity and morality, not only with people but with all beings.

My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.