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

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.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness.

Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name.

They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.

If your sanity requires you to talk less and feel more, so be it. You are not a bad person for not entertaining everyone.

The gratification comes, for me, in the doing of it. And once I’ve done it, I can’t do anything about it if it’s good or if it’s bad.

And I’ve been hurt hurt bad. I might be just twenty-six, but I’m an old woman in disguise twenty-six goin’on sixty-five.

Each and every bad seed counts, for even if they don’t survive or grow too beautifully, a bad seed allows you to re-evalutate the others and appreciate them even more.

There is a strong tendency to get used to and accept very bad things that would be shocking if seen with fresh eyes.

Everyone agrees that the failure of our high schools is tragic. It’s bad business, and it’s bad policy. But we act as if it can’t be helped. It can be helped. We designed these high schools; we can redesign them.

To cure worry, spend fifteen minutes daily filling your mind full of God. Worry is just a very bad mental habit. You can change any habit with God’s help.

To a brave man, good and bad luck are like his left and right hand. He uses both.