The feminine in the man is the sugar in the whisky. The masculine in the woman is the yeast in the bread. Without these ingredients the result is flat, without tang or flavor.

Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.

We no longer build fireplaces for physical warmth—we build them for the warmth of the soul; we build them to dream by, to hope by, to home by.

The goat's business is none of the sheep's concern.

Writers should be read but not seen. Rarely are they a winsome sight.

A closed mind is a dying mind.

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

It was part of theTexas ritual? We know about champagne and caviar but we talk hog and hominy.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.

Funny, isn't it, how your whole life goes by while you think you're only planning the way you're going to live it?

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.

Be kind as if life is for love and kindness.

Great thoughts reduced to practice become great acts.

I don't think the discus will ever attract any interest until they let us start throwing them at one another.

My view of the world is always tempered by the fact that there are people who are less fortunate than I am.

I fell in love again (laughs).

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

Although the financial crisis, you know, receded a while ago, we kind of never picked up on it.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you.

Behold a contest worthy of a god, a brave man matched in conflict with adversity.

We yield to none in our love, admiration and respect for the Buddha-the Dharma-the Sangha. They are all ours. Their glories are ours and ours their failures.