Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em.

Saddle your dreams before you ride em.

If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.

Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane.

Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists.

It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.

Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.

Another lesson to file away about Scotland: insulting other people in a childish manner was the national pastime.

Running is still running. It doesn't matter if it's a physical move from one place to another or if it's to within yourself.

When a man is truly a man, it makes a woman comfortable to truly be a woman.

I see myself as most people see themselves, you have good days and bad days. I don't think I'm better looking now than I did three years ago.

God will help us become the people we are meant to be, if only we will ask Him

I work from a personal place, and the work has personal meaning for me.

It's so funny, all the similarities that we have [with David Copperfield] of being obsessed young people and finding a way to be around the people doing what we want to do.

Do what you say you are going to do, when you say you are going to do it, in the way you said you were going to do it.

I have a certain taste, and I might be like, 'I like this,' when other people are like, 'I can't wear that.' And in basketball, I might be able to do things other guys might not.

The true poetry of life: the poetry of the commonplace, of the ordinary man, of the plain, toil-worn woman, with their loves and their joys, their sorrows and their griefs.