Life, after we'd had a few millennia to observe it, turned out to be dreadfully unfair, so we invented sports.

Dogwoods are great optimists. Daffodils wait and see, crouching firmly underground just in case spring doesn't come this year, but dogwoods have faith.

Visiting is a pleasure; being visited is usually a mixed or ambivalent joy. ... The visitor can always go home; the visitee is already home, trapped like a rat in a drainpipe.

By and large, people who enjoy teaching animals to roll over will find themselves happier with a dog.

I was getting sick and tired of being lectured by dear friends with their little bottles of water and their regular visits to the gym. All of a sudden, we've got this voluntary prohibition that has to do with health and fitness. I'm not really in favor of health and fitness.

In the taverns all was amiable and easy, but the coffeehouses were cauldrons of edgy malcontents.

Our Revolution was born and raised in taverns.