Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
For most men life is a search for the proper manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.