. . . keeping her wild-honey-and-chamomile-soaked hair from falling into her oatmeal-and-yogurt face mask
All the miles of a hard road are worth a moment of true happiness.
Frog said, 'I wrote 'Dear Toad, I am glad that you are my best friend. Your best friend, Frog. ' 'Oh,' said Toad, 'that makes a very good letter. 'Then Frog and Toad went out onto the front porch to wait for the mail. They sat there, feeling happy together.
The whole world is covered in buttons, and not one of them is mine!
Books to the ceiling, Books to the sky, My pile of books is a mile high. How I love them! How I need them! I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
You can keep your willpower, Frog. I am going home to bake a cake.
Come back and wake me up. . . . . half past May! (the Toad)
Great is the art, Great be the manners, of the bard. He shall not his brain encumber With the coil of rhythm and number; But, leaving rule and pale forethought, He shall aye climb For his rhyme. "Pass in, pass in," the angels say
you aren't what you eat - you are what you don't poop.
When it comes to women, get your life together first. Put on your own oxygen mask first. Figure out who you are. Mature. And then go find somebody to share that life with.
The Temptations still stand today, not in spite of those who left us, but because of them.