The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

You live long enough in a world spinning on its axis, you learn to spin in the same direction.

Sometimes fate brings two people together by causing one to misinterpret a smile.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

Does it seem sometimes that you are always the one to break an embarrassing silence — and always by saying something more embarrassing than the silence?

The trick to getting ahead is to give it the same effort you give to getting even.

There are more martyrs to nonsense than truth, truth preferring missionaries.