You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.

It is better to take many small steps in the right direction than to make a great leap forward only to stumble backward.

If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.

It was all because of his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealinggreat-great-grandfather!

The impossible is more believable than the highly improbable.

An idea doesn't die," said Trapp. "It exists somewhere, in its own dimension, waiting to be perceived.

He could hardly lift his spoon during breakfast, and then he was out on the lake, his spoon soon replaced by a shovel.

There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.

In a way, it made him sad. He couldn't help but think that a hundred times zero was still nothing.

Whenever you give someone a present or sing a holiday song, you're helping Santa Claus. To me, that's what Christmas is all about. Helping Santa Claus!

You can't let anybody else tell you what your choices are. Sometimes they won't give you the right choice.

Explore your own innermost thoughts to create content that will evoke deeply relatable emotions and passion in others.

He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

Cursed Mammon be when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate!

You will always know whether you are delivered from the guilt of sin by answering this question: Am I delivered from the love of sin?

Eating is a natural way to feel happy. Overeating isn't.

The clear and safe path leads evermore into stagnation

What gives me hope is art - it's the most powerful weapons ever created. It's a weapon of mass construction.

That's the artist's job, really: continually setting yourself free, and giving yourself new options and new ways of thinking about things.

As Christians, we have an additional reason to love and serve the poor; for in them we see the face and the flesh of Christ, who made himself poor so to enrich us with his poverty.

April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.