Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.

Slight changes simply make a blur.

The birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus means that one day everything sad will come untrue.

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead. Today and tomorrow are yet to be said. The chances, the changes are all yours to make. The mold of your life is in your hands to break.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

The chief purpose of life, for any of us, is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all means we have, and to be moved by it to praise and thanks.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!

There is no point of adventure if you have known about everything.I wonder how God deals with the situation, considering the boredom.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.

People are famous for being famous and for nothing else. And good luck to them, because it lasts about a year and then they're nothing again.

The world believes all blondes are stupid and brunettes are smarter. Well, I disagree.

Bottom line: if you show a genuine interest in learning about how others became successful, you can open up a world of opportunities.

When two nations are fighting, the duty of a votary of ahimsa is to stop the war.

Peace is in the grave.

England and America should scrap cricket and baseball and come up with a new game that they both can play. Like baseball, for example.

The poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see.

All progression is in the relative world.