“A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.”

A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

Earth’s the right place for love. I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.

There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

All great things are done for their own sake.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

I’m not confused. I’m just well mixed.

Thinking isn’t agreeing or disagreeing. That’s voting.

What we live by we die by.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

I always entertain great hopes.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

You’ve got to love what’s loveable and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

We live in an age when it is cheaper to buy the rights to movies than to make them.

Age is a hell of a price to pay for wisdom.

When I turned 60, it didn’t bother me at all.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

A woman has the age she deserves.

Relationships are like Rome – difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the ‘golden age’, and unbearable during the fall.

Who acts, shall endure. So speaks the voice of the age-old wisdom.

From the age of three, I played every day-morning, afternoon and night.