“Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people.”

Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them.

They are born with a little bit of angelshine about them, and though it wears thin sometimes there is always enough left to lasso your heart.

A girl becomes a wife with her eyes wide open. She knows that those sweetest words.

What is a husband? He is the one who, with a touch, can bring back the starlight and glow of years long ago. At least he hopes he can – don’t disappoint him.

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

I take thee to be my wedded husband,’ really mean, ‘I promise thee to cook three meals a day for 60 years; thee will I clean up after; thee will I talk to even when thou art not listening; thee will I worry about, cry over and take all manner of hurts from.

Between the innocence of boyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a delightful creature called a boy.

A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.

A boy is a magical creature you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart.

But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with two magic words Hi, Dad!

You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.

Boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.

A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.

I like to look nice, but I’m not marketing being beautiful.

Nixon probably was a nice guy.

Twins are so practical. It’s always nice to have a spare.

The first thing I notice about a girl, is her hands. I like girls with nice hands. … And she must be spontaneous as well.

You know, when Sharpton and I walked in, it was, like, big commotion and everything, but everybody was very nice.

I don’t think that anyone has really told (people) what design is. It doesn’t occur to most people that everything is designed–that every building and everything they touch in the world is designed.

Cats always seem so very wise, when staring with their half-closed eyes. Can they be thinking, I’ll be nice, and maybe she will feed me twice?

Traveling makes you realize what an immeasurably nice place much of America could be if only people possessed the same instinct for preservation as they do in Europe.