But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast.

Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.

How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.

The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king.

A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.

The police need to come down to street level.

The more the change, the more it is the same thing.

I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.

Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.

Only let's cut out the transcendental twaddle when the whole thing is as plain as a sock on the jaw.

Amelia Earhart, who said, Stop looking for me; see if you can find my luggage! Never got a dinner!

I don't think I'm a natural novelist. Plot is definitely one of my weaker points. I've been working on it a long time, and it's not getting much better.

I've been working with contractors designing and building a house on a nonstop basis since I learned about all these systems of audio, construction, electricity, energy, water systems.

Hope should no more be a virtue than fear; we fear and we hope, according to what is promised or threatened us.