Circumstances don't make you, they reveal you.
One legged chickens, I know, are the least apt to scratch a garden.
To bring up a child in the way he should go, travel that way yourself once in a while.
There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
Morally considered, laughter is next to the Ten Commandments.
Nature makes all the noblemen; wealth, education, or pedigree never made one yet.
Never work before breakfast; if you have to work before breakfast, eat your breakfast first.
I think Hemingway's [book] titles should be awarded first prize in any contest. Each of them is a poem, and their mysterious power over readers contributes to Hemingway's success. His titles have a life of their own, and they have enriched the American vocabulary.
If you don't know, your labor unions and community organizations, there's somebody you can ask to guide you. A lot of people, especially in the Latino community, they have this big ballot and all these names and propositions on it, and they say 'Oh my God'. They don't know which of these to vote for, so they don't vote.
I think another way that you can really harm yourself as an artist is by buying into the mythology that it's really important.
And then there was Tick. Brave little Tick, who had flown into the faces of an army of rats to save his baby sister. Tick - who never spoke much. Tick - who shared her food. Tick - who was after all just a roach. Just a roach who had given all the time she had left so that Boots could have more. Gregor pressed Boots's fingers against his lips and felt scalding tears begin to slide down his cheeks. He hadn't cried, not the whole time he'd been down here, and there had been plenty of bad stuff. But somehow Tick's sacrifice had crushed whatever thin shell remained between him and sorrow.