Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.

Some of the things are the same no matter which world you're in, kid. One of 'em is this: The quickest way out of something is usually straight through it.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.