I'm kind of proud of myself. I've been able to keep a certain grace about me, even in the times of disgrace and craziness.
I'm not afraid to die - it's just that I had so much left to do in this world.
If women are expected to do the same work as men, we must teach them the same things.
When people laugh at Mickey Mouse, it's because he's so human; and that is the secret of his popularity.
It's hard to bet a person who never gives up.
It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
To give anything less than your best, is to sacrifice the gift.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.
The only risk of failure is promotion.
I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
Any one reflecting upon the thought he has of the delight, which any present or absent thing is apt to produce in him, has the idea we call love.
You should always go to other people's funerals; otherwise, they won't come to yours.
I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
Whatever I experienced in the world that I didn't understand I'd invent a story and workout my understanding of something through the story.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.
I do not believe a man can ever leave his business. He ought to think of it by day and dream of it by night.
We accept the love we think we deserve.
You don't do things right once in a while. You do things right all the time.
Don't spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door.
Humorists can never start to take themselves seriously. It's literary suicide.
The worker of the world has nothing to lose, but their chains, workers of the world unite.
Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.
If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
If the world were perfect, it wouldn't be.
When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive.