“Make a list of twenty-five things you want to experience before you die. Carry it in your wallet or purse and refer to it often.”

Regardless of the situation, react with class.

Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.

The shortest way to get anywhere is to have good company.

When opportunity knocks, invite it to stay for dinner.

Someone will always be looking at you as an example of how to behave. Don’t let him down.

Talent without discipline is like an octopus on roller skates. There’s plenty of movement, but you never know if it’s going to be forward, backwards, or sideways.

Earn your success based on service to others, not at the expense of others.

May our adversities make us strong. May our victories make us wise. May our actions make us proud.

Remember that the more you know, the less you fear.

Good manners sometimes means simply putting up with other people’s bad manners.

While earning your daily bread, be sure you share a slice with those less fortunate.

Perform your job better than anyone else can. That’s the best job security I know.

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.

When you hug someone, never be the first to let go.

Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

Let the refining and improving of your own life keep you so busy that you have little time to criticize others.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

She would have thought a woman would have died of shame. Instead of which, the shame died.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.