We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.

My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt.

There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.

Good Luck is rather particular who she rides with, and mostly prefers those who have got common sense and a good heart; at least that is my experience.

It is good people who make good places

If you in the morning Throw minutes away, You can't pick them up In the course of a day. You may hurry and scurry, And flurry and worry, You've lost them forever, Forever and aye.

What right had they to make me suffer like that?

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees.

My troubles are over, and I am finally home.

Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody's business to interfere when they see it.

Oh! if people knew what a comfort to a horse a light hand is.

We are all worms but I do believe that I am a glow-worm.

Just recognize that you are not going to become a comfortable public speaker overnight. It can take a long time.

He who has money, lives long: he who has authority, can do no wrong: he who has might, establishes right. Such is history! Ecce historia!

New York's like a boxing match. In Hollywood, it's like a Fellini movie or something.

That's what I spend most of my time doing, breathing a lot. I like air.

I think now we're seeing the pendulum switch back to this idea where conversations are more important, if not more important than documents.

Goodbyes were impossible, unless you didn't realize you were saying them.

There are only twelve tones and they need to be treated carefully.

Some of us seem so anxious about avoiding hell that we forget to celebrate our journey toward heaven.

I only sing in my church choir. Except the other night, I stole the show at karaoke night.