A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.

When a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember that four of his fingers are pointing at himself.

A man's life is colored by the dye of his imagination.

Yes, there's such a thing as luck in trial law but it only comes at 3 o'clock in the morning. You'll still find me in the library looking for luck at 3 o'clock in the morning.

A fine artist is one who makes familiar things new and new things familiar.

Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man.

Where there is no difference, there is only indifference.