No one has patience for love except their own.

Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.

Don’t believe anything anyone tells you. You have to evaluate the world with your own eyes.

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

You doan go diggin' for gold in an outhouse.

It' is for objects, not people.

Take time to deliberate but when the time for action arrives stop thinking and go in.

There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.

Words, like flowers, have their colors too.

You go to Holland, France, Germany, every community, the tiniest village, they have magnificent, pristine sports facilities.

You are the vanguard of knowledge and consciousness; a new wave in a vast ocean of possibilities.

Pistachio nuts, the red ones, cure any problem.

Every man is a book in which God himself writes.