“If I’d known how many problems I was going to run into before I finished, I can’t remember a single project I would have started.”

I’d like to be rich enough so I could throw soap away after the letters are worn off.

Go to bed. Whatever you’re staying up late for isn’t worth it.

Familiar things are a comfort to us all.

The two biggest sellers in any bookstore are the cookbooks and the diet books. The cookbooks tell you how to prepare the food, and the diet books tell you how not to eat any of it!

The third rule of life is this: Everything you buy today is smaller, more expensive, and not as good as it was yesterday.

I’ve learned that no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Death is a distant rumor to the young.

I’ve learned… That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.

I don’t know anything offhand that mystifies Americans more than the cotton they put in pill bottles. Why do they do it? Are you supposed to put the cotton back in once you’ve taken a pill out?

Being kind is more important than being right.

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

Anyone who watches golf on television would enjoy watching the grass grow on the greens.

I’ve learned, That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.

One of the sweetest things in life: a letter from a friend.

Conservatives are more religious than liberals–although there is no evidence that they’re nicer people because of it.

I’ve learned that we should be glad God doesn’t give us everything we ask for.

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.

The last thing you want to do is finish playing or doing anything and wish you would have worked harder.

I finished a big book the other day. 421 pages. That’s a lot of coloring when you think about it.

I say that whoever claims to have finished a canvas is terribly arrogant.

While adding the finishing touches to a painting might appear insignificant, it is much harder to do than one might suppose.

In soloing – as in other activities – it is far easier to start something than it is to finish it.

At work, you think of the children you have left at home. At home, you think of the work you’ve left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself. Your heart is rent.

The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you’ll finish it.