You get religion as your hair turns grey.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

Sail the main course in a simple sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs. Go fast enough to get there but slow enough to see. Moderation seems to be the key.

It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

If there’s a heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached.

Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong.

Go fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see.

Be yourself, be pleasant, play hard and have no regrets.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

With you, I would walk anywhere

later down the road of life, i made the discovery that salt water was also good for the mental abrasions one inevitably acquires on land.

Better farPursue a frivolous trade by serious means, Than a sublime art frivolously.

Another case for the dumbness of reading, however, is that books do not contain answers, but rather pose more questions. And asking questions makes you look dumber, not sma

No one is so poor that they cannot give, and no one is so rich that they cannot receive.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

Coffee and chocolate-the inventor of mocha should be sainted.

Because way down deep they know that civilized people have to preserve rare birds.

This is the essential evil of vice: it debases a man.

A tear that runs down a believer's cheek is more beneficial than a thousand raindrops on the earth

There never yet was a mother who taught her child to be an infidel.

For some decades now, it seems, there has been a ukase in place in American journalism to the effect that Canada is entitled to one story per season.