Advice to young writers wo want to get ahead without any annoying delays: don't write about Man, write about a man.

If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. And try to find somebody who's life gives them vodka, and have a party.

I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade... And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.

We have nothing to fear for the future, except as we shall forget the way the Lord has led us, and His teaching in our past history.

Talk unbelief, and you will have unbelief; but talk faith, and you will have faith. According to the seed sown will be the harvest.

It is not earthly rank, nor birth, nor nationality, nor religious privilege, which proves that we are members of the family of God; it is love, a love that embraces all humanity.

Our heavenly Father has a thousand ways to provide for us, of which we know nothing.

We are all woven together in the great web of humanity, and whatever we can do to benefit and uplift others will reflect in blessing upon ourselves.

Success is born out of arrogance, but greatness comes from humility.

Mother Nature is the true artist and our job as cooks is to allow her to shine.

Whatever attracts the mind from God, whatever draws the affections away from Christ, is an enemy to the soul.

Glorify what is great not what is important.

That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: "Nobody else is going to do this.

You know a lot about math, " I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of "Hey, you have hair and it's red and curly." Real smooth.

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was to be a musician. I lost everything I had, but I just knew that someday I'd be able to tell the world to 'go big or go home.' The world needs to know.

Given that I can't sing like Freddie Mercury, obviously I'm not going to pursue it as a career. What would be the point?

Let our lives be open books for all to study.

We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.

As I looked out into the night sky, across all those infinite stars, it made me realize how insignificant they are.

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.