Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness - to save oneself trouble.

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

Very few of us are what we seem.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

Nobody knows what another person is thinking. They may imagine they do, but they are nearly always wrong.

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

Books are a habit-forming drug.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Your creation are the outcome of your decisions.

Her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite.

The weight of God's love for humanity cannot be determined. But felt with a grateful heart.

Think, speak, and act. With age comes self-reproach: I might have done more. Therefore now do!

The President and the Congress are all very well in their way. They can say what they think they think, but it rests with the Supreme Court to decide what they have really thought.

Christ will always accept the faith that puts its trust in Him

I love being in the studio. It's really great. I like it a lot. But of course, I like performing more. But when I'm in the studio mode, it's cool. I like to really focus on it.

If I have something I like to forget, then I forget it.

You know journalists. You know the media. They are going to hang on to anything negative they possibly can.

Sometimes from this hillside just after sunset The rim of the sky takes on a tinge Of the palest green, like the flesh of a cucumber When you peel it carefully.