Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.

A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.

the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.

Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.

nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!

Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.

Anna, " he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair."Don't you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?" "No." Just, then, i didn't know what anything meant.

I don't think I've ever read poetry, ever. I'm not really book-smart.

He's only silent because he's too thick to string two words together.

she had given me a piece of what made her life sane.

I'm interested in the gorgeous side of life, but also familiar with the dark side too.

The more people that are afraid when they see new creation, the happier I am.

Sometimes, because of my success, I am afraid that I was not a good father. With the first two I was too strong, and with the other three I was too weak.

Mindless habitual behavior is the enemy of innovation.

There are parts of me that I feel are beautiful, but they don't have anything to do with my nose.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.