“Every dog, we are told, has his day, unless there are more dogs than days.”

There are those who argue that everything breaks even in this old dump of a world of ours.

I suppose these ginks who argue that way hold that because the rich man gets ice in the summer and the poor man gets it in the winter things are breaking even for both. Maybe so, but I’ll swear I can’t see it that way.

We all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summer. The poor get it in the winter.

Shoot first and never miss.

If you want to hit a man in the chest, aim for his groin.

Never run a bluff with a six-gun.

There are many in this old world of ours who hold that things break about even for all of us. I have observed, for example, that we all get the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summertime and the poor get it in the winter.

My happiest moment is the day they call wrap and I’m free. I’m not looking back.

Some days, all of it aches with beauty.  Others, it all just aches with you.

What’s valuable to me has become clearer as I’ve got older. To me, it’s about the value of your time and your day and the value of the people you spend it with.

Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.

Remind yourself every day how worthy you are of your own love.

In life the only thing that you can expect is the unexpected; the only surprise is a day that has none.

I did not run away, I walked away by daylight….

These days my bones are shifting, trembled things. I am more earthquake than anything.