For Age is not alone of time, or we should never see men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three.

I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.

Be a friend. You don't need glory. Friendship is a simple story.

I'll obey them in the winter when the doctors say to me I must give up ham and spinach, and obedient I'll be. To relieve my indigestion in December they can try, But there's none of them can stop me when it's time for cherry pie.

One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, there are thousands to prophesy failure. There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, the dangers that await to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, just take off your coat and go to it; just start to sing as you tackle the thing that "cannot be done," and you'll do it.

There's no diet list I'll follow that would rule out cherry pie.