The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all — he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.

We can't all be Washingtons, but we can all be patriots.

My wife is one of the best wimin on this Continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb with mint sauce.

I have already given two cousins to the war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother.

Ölüyorum tanrımBu da oldu işte.Her ölüm erken ölümdürBiliyorum tanrım.Ama, ayrıca, aldığın şu hayatFena değildir...Üstü kalsın...

Why you are searching for love all over the world, when inside you resides an endless ocean of love?

You sit beside the sorcerer, your love, and unzip your ribs. Tucked under your heart is a small oak box, plain and unvarnished. You offer it to the sorcerer. 'I brought this for you.

The fifties are a peaceful time, a quiet sleeping time between two noisy bursts of years, a blue and white time filled with sweet yellow days, music and bright smelling memories.

I realize thirty is just a number, that you're only as old as you feel and all that. I also realize that in the grand scheme of things, thirty is still young. But it's not that young.

How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.

This capacity to go beyond the factors of conditioning is one of the obvious advantages of the human person.

Until relatively recently, law enforcement's ability to determine an individual's location and track their movements was largely limited to natural human powers of observation.

I think we all see ourselves as the heroes in our own lives.

Time can but make her beauty over again.