“To every man the choice is continually being offered, and by the manner of his choosing you may fairly measure him.”

Life is the acceptance of responsibilities or their evasion; it is a business of meeting obligations or avoiding them.

A dog does not live as long as a man and this natural law is the fount of many tears. If boy and puppy might grow to manhood and doghood together, and together grow old.

An author never has a vacation. He’s a walking sponge, sopping up impressions till he’s saturated, then going to his desk and squeezing them out on paper.

And so in due course die, full many a heartache might be avoided. But the world is not so ordered, and dogs will die and men will weep for them so long as there are dogs and men.

I probably write a poem every 50 years.

The place that I worked I used to joke about it. There was a, every morning at 10:30 I’d come into work and I’d go into this cubicle that had a little upright piano and fake white cork bricks on the wall.

We need a war every 10 years, so we can stay match fit in case the Germans try again.

I probably worked every single entertainment medium, including some that don’t exist.

I’m walking every day and just staying kind of fit, and try not to have too many bad habits. Keep it minimal.

Every day from 10 to 6, we’d go in there and pretend that we were 13 year old girls and write these songs. That was the gig.

I’m thankful for every moment.

Live every day as if it were Saturday night.