Yeah, well, we're all writers, aren't we? He's a writer that hasn't been published, and I'm a writer who hasn't written anything.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, when you do criticize him, you'll be a mile away and have his shoes.

Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.

I believe the United States should allow all foreigners in this country, provided they can speak our native language... Apache.

Be so good they can't ignore you.

I think I did pretty well, considering I started out with nothing but a bunch of blank paper.

I thought yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life but it turns out today is.

Relationships end, but they don't end your life. But people do often spending more time finding out about failed relationships than finding successful ones.

Relationships end, but they don't end your life.

Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.

It might seem a contradiction but... the ability to improvise requires lots of practice. Ask any jazz musician.

American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.

Airport take their own commercial decisions on their ownership structure. But this must not be at the expense of exploiting airlines through higher charges

The essential trait in the moral consciousness, is the control of some feeling or feelings by some other feeling or feelings.

Loose and jocular, Stanley proved to be a master at relating to nightclub audiences

Wisdom is not a question of learning facts with the mind; it can only be acquired through perfection of living.

The cure of the part should not be attempted without the cure of the whole.

The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?

God gave us the gift of life. It is the most precious gift ever. To be unarmed is to be helpless to protect that gift; that is outright irresponsible.

But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again?