“Golf is so popular simply because it is the best game in the world at which to be bad.”

It gets you nowhere if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.

Tigers don’t like honey.

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn’t anymore.

Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.

Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.

One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

When late morning rolls around and you’re feeling a bit out of sorts, don’t worry; you’re probably just a little eleven o’clockish.

How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.

I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true.

Life is so much friendlier with two.

It’s so much more friendly with two.

Good or bad is a matter of perspective.

The pain wasn’t bad if you were able to make some growth out of it.

While all of this bad is happening, Know that a lot of good is quietly heading for you.

If you choose bad companions, no one will believe that you are anything but bad yourself.

You feel good, you feel bad, and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness, from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you.

There is no nobility with bad manners.

If you wish to be good, first believe that you are bad.

Change is not always bad.