We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

Pleasure without joy is as hollow as passion without tenderness.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

You write a hit the same way you write a flop.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Men die but an idea does not.