My home is not a place, it is people.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
I ran the wrong kind of business, but I did it with integrity.
Wit makes its own welcome, and levels all distinctions. No dignity, no learning, no force of character, can make any stand against good wit.
The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it.
The older I grow, the less important the comma becomes. Let the reader catch his own breath.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.