Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.

Send two dozen roses to Room 424 and put "Emily, I love you" on the back of the bill.

Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.

From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it.

Celebrate the cracks, because that's how the light comes in.

Well, that covers a lot of ground. Say, you cover a lot of ground yourself. You better beat it - I hear they're going to tear you down and put up an office building where you're standing. You can leave in a taxi. If you can't get a taxi, you can leave in a huff. If that's too soon, you can leave in a minute and a huff. You know, you haven't stopped talking since I came here? You must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle.

Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.