You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.

The spirit of the individual is determined by his dominating thought habits.

There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.

Each day provides its own gifts.

Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

Here's a rule of life: You don't get to pick what bad things happen to you

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Our thoughts shape us. We become our obsessions. Our thoughts can enslave us or save us.

Will there be cheese?" asked Chisolm.

...for she soars with the wildest hyperbole when not tagging after the most pedestrian dictum.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice which the more man's nature runs to the more ought law to weed it out.

A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.

In the American Southwest, I began a lifelong love affair with a pile of rock.

I knew I was always going to be around music. And I actually thought I would be dancing, not a vocal major.

When I lose the sense of motivation and the sense to prove something as a basketball player, it's time for me to move away from the game.

Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.