Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.

Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.

It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Man has his will, but woman has her way.

Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.

Beware how you take away hope from any human being.

We are respecting our parents' wishes....They didn't want to shelter us from the world's treacheries. They wanted us to survive them.

I've had a ton of fast-food jobs - it changes your approach to human interaction forever.

I cannot sing the old songs, I sang long years ago, For heart and voice would fail me, And foolish tears would flow.

Coaching at Texas and playing at the University of Oklahoma, I had the opportunity to see a lot of guys in Texas - Texas lettermen - who I played against.

But I'd say my best boss was Tom Barr, who was a partner at Cravath, Swain & Moore in the 1960s. It's because I learned so much from him.

We cannot and we must not allow ourselves to get distracted from our sacred duty. We cannot and we must not lose focus on the things that matter most.

It's still so rare for anyone to be personally acknowledged by a brand that the impact of such a simple, polite gesture on a customer's buying habits could be huge.

If you can fly an airplane competently, you can fly it safely even if something does happen.

I welcome him like I welcome cold sores. He's from England, he's angry and he's got Mad Power Disease.

It is lost, lovely child, somewhere in the ragbag that I laughingly refer to as my memory.