“A half-truth is usually less than half of that.”

People who say, ‘Let the chips fall where they may,’ usually figure they will not be hit by a chip.

Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.

Life is supposed to be a series of peaks and valleys. The secret is to keep the valleys from becoming Grand Canyons.

An extravagance is something that your spirit thinks is a necessity.

Unsolicited advice is the junk mail of life.

You are mature when you know what is foolhardy and what is courage.

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.

What a strange world this would be if we all had the same sense of humor.

September tries its best to have us forget summer.

Few things are as democratic as a snowstorm.

Few things move as quietly as the future.

We must escape our illusions of correctness to understand the actions and beliefs of others.

The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.

If we try and fail, we have temporary disappointments. But if we do not try at all, we have permanent regrets.

The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a Pirate.

You know, for one glorious half hour, I was the mother of the president-elect.

The cabbage surpasses all other vegetables. If, at a banquet, you wish to dine a lot and enjoy your dinner, then eat as much cabbage as you wish, seasoned with vinegar, before dinner, and likewise after dinner eat some half-dozen leaves.

There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat.

The secrets of the world are very marvellous, but they are not themselves half so wonderful as the way in which they become known to the world.

It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!

Miserable creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you, mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil?

The meeting was like a war council with donuts. Then again, back at Camp Half-Blood they used to have their most serious discussions around the Ping-Pong table in the rec room with crackers and Cheez Whiz, so Percy felt right at home.