Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Into each life some rain must fall.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

We can learn a lot from animals, if we're prepared to accept that they may just know more about life than what we do.

The more in control the mark thinks they are, the more easily the respond to real control.

There's a host of difficult issues here, and that's why when you mentioned at the top of the show that the committees were looking at this, that's where I think we should be going.

No animal has more liberty than the cat, but it buries the mess it makes. The cat is the best anarchist.

I have a secret weapon. And it could have something to do with special robot knowledge.

Rap is just somebody getting something off his chest. That's all it is.

You start playing when it's cold and you want to be playing when it's cold again.

I have always preferred cheerfulness to mirth. The latter I consider as an act, the former as a habit of mind. Mirth is short and transient, cheerfulness fixed and permanent.

I'll tell you what I probably would prefer to happen less and less: actors that I know and respect in shampoo ads. Or modeling.

Too slow, the wagons of years, The oxen of days--too glum. Our god is the god of speed, Our heart--our battle-drum.