“A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.”

War is something of man’s own fostering, and if all mankind renounces it, then it is no longer there.

Walking with her man, Lost in a dream

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.

Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.

It gets you nowhere if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.

Tigers don’t like honey.

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn’t anymore.

Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.

Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.

One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

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.

I kind of left everyone behind in Australia – all my friends and my family and I had to break up with my boyfriend.

The best that we can do is to be kindly and helpful toward our friends and fellow passengers who are clinging to the same speck of dirt while we are drifting side by side to our common doom.

People have labeled me homophobic. If I was homophobic, I wouldn’t have friends who are gay and lesbian, so that can’t be true.

I’m sure I’ve all but lost friends by maintaining that, despite their love for it, I always saw Stanley Kramer’s ‘It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World’ as more of an exercise in anti-comedy than humor.

I am a friend of the working man, and I would rather be his friend, than be one.

I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.

Understanding is the soil in which grow all the fruits of friendship.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.