The happiest lot for a man, as far as birth is concerned, is that it should be such as to give him but little occasion to think much about it.

To know your ruling passion, examine your castles in the air.

A man is called selfish not for pursuing his own good, but for neglecting his neighbor's.

Curiosity is as much the parent of attention, as attention is of memory.

It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.

To follow imperfect, uncertain, or corrupted traditions, in order to avoid erring in our own judgment, is but to exchange one danger for another.

Never argue at the dinner table, for the one who is not hungry gets the best of the argument.

Manners are one of the greatest engines of influence ever given to man.

To teach one who has no curiosity to learn, is to sow a field without ploughing it.

All frauds, like the wall daubed with untempered mortar ... always tend to the decay of what they are devised to support.

Memories are as infinite as the horizon.

The composers could no longer direct all performances in person, and so the responsibility of interpreting their works in the spirit in which they had been conceived was placed upon conductors.

I decided that it's either, you know, if I want to have children, have a family and - and live a long life, I've got to make some real, real serious changes.

Everything that you've been thru, God's going to use it for the betterment of your future!

Athletes have to be confident and I am thinking like that.

I hate when women wear the wrong foundation color. It might be the worst thing on the planet when they wear their makeup too light.

My mother was a singer, and both of her sisters were singers. There was always music around.

I was raised on Josh White, the Weavers and Pete Seeger. The music was everywhere. You'd go to a party at somebody's apartment and there would be fifty people there, singing well into the night.

Aunt Mimi possessed a horror of silence, which she battled with endless chat. The Typhoid Mary of the Telephone started her calls at 6:30 each morning.