Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
If it weren't for baseball, many kids wouldn't know what a millionaire looked like.
There is an applause superior to that of the multitudes: one's own.
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
We need anything politically important rationed out like Pez: small, sweet, and coming out of a funny, plastic head.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it.
There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.