A business man's conversation should be regulated by fewer and simpler rules than any other function of the human animal. They are: Have something to say. Say it. Stop talking.

It is good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it's good too, to check up once in a while and make sure you haven't lost the things money can't buy.

You've got to get up every morning with determination if you're going to go to bed with satisfaction.

Colleges don't make fools, they only develop them.

Every fellow is really two men -- what he is and what he might be; and you're never absolutely sure which you're going to bury till he's dead.

Because a fellow has failed once or twice or a dozen times, you don't want to set him down as a failure till he's dead or loses his courage.

Never ask a man what he knows, but what he can do.

When a fortune comes without calling, it's apt to leave without asking.

What you know is a club for yourself, and what you don't know is a meat-ax for the other fellow.

Putting off a hard thing makes it impossible.

Were we all one body, we should lose the tremendous stimulation that comes from the present arrangement, and I fear that our uniformity would become the uniformity of death and the tomb.

We touch the last reality directly in prayer.

All writers are different, each have their own artist way they go about telling a story. The only thing they have in common, is they write.

There are times in life when people must know when not to let go. Balloons are designed to teach small children this.

I'm in a no-win situation. If I have my kids in the show, I'm exploiting them. If I don't, people will think I'm not a hands-on mom.

A self is a frightening thing to waste, it's the lens through which one's whole life is viewed, and few people are willing to part with it, in death, or even imaginatively, in art.

When you die you pass into inner worlds and continue to perceive. Death is not the dissolution of the self. Death is rather just a change in perception.

I was tired of secrets, tired of seeing things I was not supposed to see. And so I just cried.

I want people to believe me when I play a part and they are less apt to if they know a lot about me and have associations about me.

So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.

Rest you well, beloved Jesus, Caesar’s Lord and Israel’s King, In the brooding of the Spirit, in the darkness of the spring