What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?

A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.

the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.

Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.

nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!

Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.

Strive to always please your inner positive self, and those who truly matter would be highly pleased with your way of life.

ObamaCare is to health care as a fart is to an elevator.

Winning depends on where you put your priorities. It's usually best to put them over the fence.

Small leisure have the poor for grief.

The worst thing that can happen to an investor is to make money on his first trade; he thinks investing is easy

The G7, just a European centric show, an Atlantic show, is fundamentally finished.

I was irrevocably betrothed to laughter.

My whole thing is if it wasn't for people like ya'll and people like them I wouldn't be me. I love every minute of it.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought.