The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.

I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.

A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.

I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?

We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.

I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.