Whatever laudable qualities the English may possess in their selection, preparation, and consumption of food, elegance, originality, diversity, and imagination are not among them.

It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted.

Christmas is not a date. It is a state of mind.

There is no substitute for books in the life of a child.

Even one's yesterdays could not continue to stir and move in a man's mind unless there were a future for those yesterdays to make.

Manual labor to my father was not only good and decent for it's own sake but, as he was given to saying, it straightened out one's thoughts.

Suffering without understanding in this life is a heap worse than suffering when you have at least the grain of an idea what it's all for.

The greatest danger in any argument is that real issues often clouded by superficial ones, that momentary passions may obscure permanent realities.

To lovers of the long and intricate history of language the disuse and final death of certain words is a matter of regret. Yet every age bears witness to the inevitableness of such loss.

Of all the excellent teachers of college English whom I have known I have never discovered one who knew precisely what he was doing. Therein have lain their power and their charm.

Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind.

The fundamental problem most patients have is an inability to love themselves having been unloved by others during some crucial part of their lives.

It is all very well for so-called sensible people to recommend flat heels and short skirts, but most of us prefer not to be sensible.

Think as the wise men think, but talk like the simple people do.

Chocolate covered peanuts, chocolate covered raisins, chocolate covered pretzels... Chocolate. So afraid to be alone.

What to the Slave is the 4th of July.

And, of course, all of my friends and family are so excited because they feel like Montreal is being represented on Mad Men.

I owe it all to little chocolate donuts.

- Nothing else has any efficacy, I might as well be myself. - But your yourself sucks! - It is, lamentably, all I have.

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is.

I was always taught as a kid if you do something, do it right. If not, go do something else. For me, soccer was life.