Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.

If animals could talk, the world would lose its best listeners.

There is no expert on what happiness is but many on what it might have been.

To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette.

One can only imagine how effective justice might be if admissible in a court of law.

What good is love if you never ask anything of it?

Count no day lost in which you waited your turn, took only your share and sought advantage over no one.