A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart.

Animal lovers are a special breed of humans, generous of spirit, full of empathy, perhaps a little prone to sentimentality, and with hearts as big as a cloudless sky

It's just the most amazing thing to love a dog, isn't it? It makes our relationships with people seem as boring as a bowl of oatmeal.

A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.

He taught us the art of unqualified love. How to give it, how to accept it. Where there is that, most other pieces fall into place.

Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day.

Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if you can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all.

Many of the qualities that come so effortlessly to dogs - loyalty, devotion, selflessness, unflagging optimism, unqualified love - can be elusive to humans.

If you still think you're a young pup then you are, no matter what the calendar says

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

There's no such thing as a bad dog, just a bad owner.

They all had their own struggles and stories to tell and they al made it to this point, happy and in love.

Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it you can make it so.

What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal-I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.

I just tape four Tylenols to it.

There's not a man, woman or child on the face of the earth who doesn't enjoy a tasty beverage.

If you submit a search of the following phrase on Google, you get over four hundred returns, and they are often very strange ones: "I have more information in one place than anybody in the world."

We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices.

The King is dead, rock is done. You might be through, but I've just begun.

My fist so rocky and and wrist so icy, Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly, Feisty, claimin' hot temper don't ignite me, I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely

We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.