Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
The combination of a blazer over any T-shirt with a pair of jeans is foolproof.
We meet no ordinary people in our lives. If you give them a chance, everyone has something amazing to offer.
Talking is what I do, but listening is my job.
Mine's a pretty simple strategy: there's not a lot of talent here, but there's a lot of hustle. I have to be in every place I can, and be busy.
I knew I could control one thing, and that is my time and my hours and my effort and my efficiency.
Failure? Scared to death of it.
I think if Donald Trump skipped out on a debate, for whatever reason he gave, I don't think it would help him at all.
Friendship exhibits a glorious "nearness by resemblance" to Heaven itself where the very multitude of the blessed (which no man can number) increases the fruition which each has of God. For every soul, seeing Him in her own way, doubtless communicates that unique vision to all the rest. That, says an old author, is why the Seraphim in Isaiah's vision are crying "Holy, Holy, Holy" to one another (Isaiah VI, 3). The more we thus share the Heavenly Bread between us, the more we shall all have.
I'm looking for laughs, you know? If it take me to flip over a table, if I have to go physical comedy, I will do it. But whatever the joke needs at that particular time, is where I'm dedicated to. I'm not into beating somebody down and beating myself up. I don't do insults and things like that. I don't do it - I'm a storyteller.
There is a strange charm in the thoughts of a good legacy, or the hopes of an estate, which wondrously removes or at least alleviates the sorrow that men would otherwise feel for the death of friends.