Technology made large populations possible; large populations now make technology indispensable.

Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.

In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.

Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.

The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

If we do not permit the earth to produce beauty and joy, it will in the end not produce food, either.

It is sometimes easier to head an institute for the study of child guidance than it is to turn one brat into a decent human being.

If all it takes to motivate you is a quote then this quote has nothing to say – except to go soar with the freakin’ eagles.

Invest in the future because that is where you are going to spend the rest of your life.

If people see the Capitol going on, it is a sign we intend the Union shall go on

Sweetest li'l feller everybody knows Dunno what to call him but he's mighty lak' a rose Lookin' at his mammy wid eyes so shiny blue Mek' you think that Heav'n is comin' clost ter you.

Cutting budget deficits can never be just an exercise in economics.

By and large, I have come to see that if we complain about life, it is because we are thinking only of ourselves.

Love can make the difference-love generously given in childhood and reaching through the awkward years of youth . . . and encouragement that is quick to compliment and slow to criticize.

During the scrimmage, Tarkanian paced the sideline with his hands in his pockets while biting his nails.

The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.

Our official histories of our countries and societies are made of forgetfulness.